#he said it frist over the phone

[violetarks]

"is that going to be a problem?"

anime: tokyo revengers

character: sano 'mikey' manjiro, mitsuya takashi

summary: the meeting commences and y/n makes sure that her gang shows no trace of fear for what's about to happen.

a/n: same spoilers as always and warnings, series masterlist here

taglist: @chaoticyuna @eriskaitto @kenmas-xbox @chosoisbaby @lagrimasdeglitter @kamikoii @achoomoos @netzukochannn @tomanprincess @ultraviolencezs

"It's been a few months since a new group joined Toman." Mitsuya called from his bike, catching the attention of Draken and Mikey beside him. The afternoon breeze flowed easily against them. "Feels a little exciting, doesn't it?"

Draken hums out, leaning back some more on his bike, "You're right. Who were the ones before the Ketsu-gang?"

Chifuyu, driving behind them, speaks up, "A bunch of middle school 'delinquents' that tried hitting on Hinata and Emma at the mall." Mitsuya and Draken nod their heads at that, suddenly remembering. Mikey looks in his rear-view mirror to the Frist Division Vice Captain. "Y/N came back from the bathroom to change into her Toman uniform after work and saw them."

Takemichi laughs out at that, on his own bike beside Chifuyu, "Oh yeah! Y/N totally beat the shit of them for catcalling!"

Mikey couldn't get used to seeing that guy riding driving his own bike instead of riding with Chifuyu or Draken. He had heard from Emma that Takemichi learnt from Mitsuya after Y/N saying it would be better if the First Division Captain didn't ride side-car. She gave him the option, but the deal was sealed when Draken said it was either learning how to drive a bike or he would take his scooter everywhere.

Mitsuya shakes his head. He looks over his shoulder to Mikey as they get to a stop light. "Lucky she was there before Draken and Takemitchy arrived." He claims, "Guaranteed, Y/N saved them time by putting them under Toman. Now those guys can't even look at Emma and Hina without apologising."

Draken nods his head at that. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, "Today's meeting is gonna' be Hell with everything we're talking about." Mitsuya and Mikey nod their heads. "Lot of Toman have grudges against Ketsu-gang, especially for trying to kill Y/N. They aren't gonna' accept them so easily."

"Hey, we're heading to Y/N's school." Mitsuya suddenly says, putting his phone back into his pocket. The boys raise a brow. Usually, they weren't allowed there unless it was an emergency. And she still had half an hour before her classes ended. "She says to park around the corner. She doesn't have enough time to head home and change, and get her bike. We're heading straight from there to the shrine."

Nobody questions it. Because as soon as the light turns green, they're breaking the speed limit to get to her school as early as they can. They get there in record time, considering they were all on the other side of town to get to the shrine. They do as they're told, parking around the corner.

They get some stares and whispers. Many people know about Toman, it's no secret who they were. Mikey makes a mental note about that. Y/N's changed things, some small and some more noticeable.

Chifuyu, Takemichi and Mitsuya are making small talk when Mikey spots her running around the corner, tugging on her mask and her Toman uniform over her shoulders. Her shirt is tucked into her pants and her boots weren't done up properly. She was clearly rushing.

When she gets close enough, she tosses her school bag, stuffed with her uniform and class work, towards Mitsuya. He catches it effortlessly, slinging it over his shoulder and starting his bike up again.

"Can't believe they sprung up the year event now, the Hell do they have bad timing for?" She growls out, fixing her singlet and her pants, "Out of all the days! We only have three weeks to get ready for it now! Fuck, I had to get the Vice Captain to take over the planning, I feel so bad!"

Chifuyu furrows his brows. "School go well?" He jokingly hums, smiling as Y/N rolls her eyes and fixes her collar.

She scoffs back, "Of course. I was on board duty and then had to help with the school radio club's outfits for some promotion thing. Had to apologise to my underclassmen and upperclassmen in the club."

Mikey blinks. "The Hell?" He mumbles out.

"She's meant to have her club meeting today, but her Vice President had to take over because of the Toman meeting." Mitsuya says as Y/N fixes her hair.

Draken scowls, one arm crossed over his chest as he points at her shoes, "You're so sloppy, Y/N. Fix your shoes. How do you expect to head to the shrine looking like that, huh?"

Y/N glares at him. "Shut up, Draken, I'm sacrificing the school festival for this, y'know." She grumbles out, in staring competition with her Vice Commander. She hears Chifuyu and Takemichi chuckle at them. Usually antics. It seemed not to matter who was the Commander, Draken always had to keep them in check.

Mikey questions, "She's a club president? I thought she was only a Second Year."

Seems like she's picked up some commanding positions while he was gone.

Mitsuya nods his head, checking to see if everything was in Y/N's bag. "Yeah. she is. They usually give the role to one of the older students, but they nominated Y/N. She's the President of the Home Economics Club." He informs him, making Mikey widened his eyes. Mitsuya notices and waves his hand. "It's just something she picked up from me. Didn't think she was into it until she offered to help fix Takemitchy's uniform."

Mikey doesn't say anything to that as he watches Y/N bicker with Draken, who says that she isn't doing her boots up properly. Y/N only points at him accusingly and says that he's being so picky. Draken fights back that he'll leave without her.

"It's her thing." Mitsuya tells Mikey. The ex-commander doesn't know how the lavender-haired boy knows what he's thinking. "Y/N likes sewing and shit, I guess. So I gave it to her. She's never had something she's taken interest into unless it was somehow related to her friends or family. Well, there was one exception."

Mitsuya smiles at Mikey.

"So her being the President of the Home Ec club is something that she can call her own. I don't talk about when I was President unless she asks specifically." Mitsuya admits, grinning as Draken makes her do a turn, seeing that she's wearing her uniform correctly, "Y/N deserves something for herself."

Mikey internally agrees with that.

She then turns to all of them. "I got a call from one of the co-divisions in Yokohama." She informs them.

"What do you mean, 'co-division'?" Mikey questions.

Chifuyu leans against the handles of his bike. "It's a division like ours, but owned by two gang organisations." He explains, tilting his head to the side, "Both by Toman and another gang from Kyoto. They began a few years ago and one of their divisions came here to start a riot against us."

Mikey blinks at that. They had been dealing with gangs from Yokohama and Kyoto?

"They got beat bad by Y/N and Draken." Chifuyu states, "So they became a part of Toman by force, but when they mentioned that they were also a part of some other gang, Y/N ordered for the Commander and Vice Commander to meet with them. They all came to the agreement that they'd work together, and they'd share this division. Now, the co-division works as a group that travels around Japan for wherever any gang needs. We've decided to own all four of Kyoto's divisions, but we leave the major decisions to the leaders, unless they need more guidance."

Takemichi holds up a finger. "The other gang is called the Kyoto Devils, and the co-divisions are called whatever city they were located in. It changes ever six months, unless some change is necessary." He informs Mikey, "The Yokohama Division was sent there after some Clair de Lune gangs were seen there."

Y/N interrupts, crossing her arms over her chest as Mitsuya fixes the blazer stuffed in her bag, "Anyway, the Yokohama Division called and said that Clair de Lune has inherited two more gangs. They were both of considerable size, too. Just fifty below our numbers. They're spread out evenly, apparently."

Mitsuya holds a hand up to his forehead in distress. He huffs, "That means they've gotten over a thousand new members, shit." Takemichi and Chifuyu furrow their brows at that. Mitsuya looks to Y/N. "With that, it's 210 members plus the existing 150 in the division. 360 in each sub-group."

She nods her head at that. "Exactly. They changed so quickly. Which means it's more of a cautious choice."

Chifuyu is kind of confused. He looks to his Captain, but Takemichi only shrugs his shoulders. The two know of Clair de Lune, and Toman keeps tabs on them just in case they start something. Where was Y/N going with this?

"Alright, let's haul ass! Before my Vice Commander finds something else to argue about." Y/N calls out, pushing her Toman coat out of the way as she sits behind Draken. He elbows her stomach. Takemichi and Chifuyu don't get the chance to ask about it. "Meeting starts in ten. If I'm late, I'm going to stab someone."

She pokes Draken, who elbows her again.

Everyone calls out a 'yes, Ma'am' before driving to their meeting spot. They make it on time, noticing the other bikes already there. Y/N hops off Draken's bike and rubs the back of her neck.

She claps her hands together as she stands in front of her captains. "Alright. Outline of the meeting: introducing Ketsu-gang to Toman, organising Divisions, Mikey becomes the Sixth Division Captain, Kisaki and Hanma are separated into different groups, then I bring up Clair de Lune trying to take up Toman into their group, and we all decide on a brawl on the 24th of December." She says to them, speeding through it all. She looks at each of them. "Got it?"

Chifuyu and Takemichi stand there wide-eyed and jaw dropped. Before they can ask, Draken, Mitsuya and Mikey nod their heads. Y/N then walks towards the steps, the three boys following after. "Good. Let's get this done." She sighs out.

The First Division Captains are running to catch up before they make their way to their pedestal. Chifuyu, Takemichi and Mitsuya stand amongst the crowd. The two are questioning everything, asking Mitsuya just what the Hell was going on. All they knew was that the Ketsu-gang would be joining. Not this about Mikey and Clair de Lune, or even about Kisaki.

But they don't get anymore time to think when Draken is standing in front of them all. "This is Toman's meeting of the 4th of November!" He calls out, hands behind his back as he keeps his eye on the men in front of him. Of course, Ketsu-gang would be separated from Toman. There was a strict line of the path that kept them apart. He doesn't mention it.

"Everyone, greet your Commander!" Draken orders all of them.

On cue, Toman bow their head at the command. "Good afternoon, Ma'am!" They all shout, voices loud and clear.

Draken lifted his chin, holding up his hand to signal Y/N to stop walking forward. She listens, rolling her eyes and holds her hands in her pockets. Draken turns to the Ketsu area.

They stand there, as stiff as a board. None of them are bowing to Y/N. That makes Draken click his tongue. How dare they be so disrespectful when they lost? He shouts, "Did I not make myself clear, Ketsueki? I said, 'greet your commander'."

He glares at them harshly. They have no right disobeying them right now. Y/N was nice enough to bring them along to Toman instead of destroying them completely. Draken won't leave any space for that kind of behaviour. He squints at their forms.

That's when Ketsueki's leader clicks his tongue, bowing his head reluctantly. "Good evening, Commander!" He shouts, making him men soon do the same. They hold irritated frowns.

That allows Draken to drop his hand. Y/N lifts her head and walks forward. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she watches them all. "At ease." She says, allowing all the people in front of her to stand up straight. She sees Mitsuya looking over his shoulder. She follows her gaze, seeing in the back that Hanma and Kisaki are finally arriving. "The meeting will commence now."

Kisaki lowers his head at her for a moment as Hanma scratches the back of his head. He looks off, as if very uninterested.

"First thing to clear up, is that the Ketsueki Gang will be joining us." Y/N states, making her men smile proudly. Although they didn't like them still, it was a victory. "I know we've had fights, but I expect you all to treat them like they've always been here. If I ever hear of any infighting amongst Ketsueki and Toman, I'll deal with it personally."

Ketsu-gang can't forget the pistol this girl holds.

"A Sixth Division will be created for the Ketsueki Gang." She tells them all, "I'd like for the Sixth Division Captain and Vice Captain to step forward."

Ketsueki's commander then lets out a sigh, instantly walking towards Y/N. He gives her a side-look as he stands two steps below her, in his rightful place. He turns around to face all of Toman, hands behind his back.

He hears gasps all around, making him a little proud that he stands higher in ranks than these other people.

"Introducing Sixth Division Captain," Y/N calls, hand up in the air with a tilted head. Her fingers lazily gesture to the man beside her, who has his own hands in his pocket, tilted head. "Sano Mikey!"

Ketsueki's commander inhales sharply, turning around and looking up to see Mikey standing there with an unreadable expression. He falters in his footing, nearly falling onto his ass. "M—Mikey? As in, the past Toman Commander?" He gasps out, making more people whisper amongst themselves.

Y/N can imagine how they felt. He was gone for years, why did he drop in just out of the blue? Mikey stands there as if he wasn't phased by all of the confusion. He holds himself up with what confidence he can muster out. Toman knew about Y/N and Mikey's history, but they only thing they could think about was how lucky they were to have the strength added on.

Toman breaks out in cheers, making Y/N widen her eyes a little.

They missed their old commander, didn't they?

Even when Mikey left them all, abandoned with no leader for months until Y/N came long, they wanted him.

She takes a small breath in, and out.

Y/N nods her head to get herself back into the game. Her hand rests at her side. "Mikey will be the Sixth Division Captain, and Kuniki here will be the Division Vice Captain. Any objections?" She calls to her gang. Nobody says anything against it, too speechless about Mikey's sudden appearance. "Good. There is no Ketsueki Gang anymore. Mikey's going to be treated as if he were still a part of Toman the whole time. Any problems, see Draken."

The Vice Commander rolls his eyes. He's reduced to taking care of Mikey again, it seems.

She tells the boys to hurry off, Mikey keeping his spot at Y/N's side. She doesn't say anything about it, only letting out a small exhale. Y/N then locks eyes with Kisaki in the back. He doesn't waver, only staring back.

"Another person you'd might not like to see here." She scoffs out, looking away, "Kisaki, Hanma, step forward." The boys do as they're told, not scared of the glares they're getting from everyone else. Toman, including the new comers, all whisper curses at the two. They've caused trouble for both sides. She mumbles to herself, "Motherfuckers."

Draken chuckles, "I'll shoot the both of them right now, if you want."

Y/N purses her lips underneath her mask before huffing, "As if I'd let you take that satisfaction away from me."

Kisaki and Hanma stand in front of Toman, on the third step up. Closer than Y/N would like. She calls out, "Please welcome Kisaki Tetta back to Toman, sadly." She whispers the last part to herself. Kisaki notices, but only lifts his head. "I understand that he's an asshole, but we need strength in numbers. Kisaki is a snake. Either he works against the enemy and with us, or we kill him for disobeying."

She looks down to the guy. "If you don't like the sound of either, you can drop out now. Just know, I'll be keeping an eye on you." She states, watching him carefully.

Kisaki takes a second. He then stands taller. "No, Hanemiya. I'm staying in Toman." He claims, making Y/N glare at him harsher. She hated the proclamation.

And how he called her by her family name. Something about it. Maybe it was the way she only wanted to be related to Kazutora, but she knows that she wanted nothing to do with her parents.

The ones who cried and yelled and hit them so hard that they forgot how to breathe.

She hated them and what they made her and Kazutora.

So Hanemiya was not something she really wanted to go by, when someone from a gang said it. School was different, they didn't know. It was just a simple thing of respect that her upperclassmen and underclassmen called her by. She'd let then called her by her first name, but she soon realised that they would be too flustered. So an exception was made.

'Hanemiya', she says to herself. A hint of hatred in her imaginative tone. 'I should change my name. Kazutora always wanted me to marry someone good.'

Mikey's hand rests against her back for a moment, as if to knock her back into reality. Her eyes shift to Mitsuya, who stands in front of her.

A sigh leaves her lips. "You're supposed to call me 'Commander', Kisaki." She scoffs out, lifting her chin, "Know your place, fool."

But she moves on anyway, turning her gaze. "You all know Hanma Shuji, Draken's punching bag." She jokes. Kind of. Not really. Ever since Hanma joined Toman, he would challenge Draken to a fight. He would always say 'yes', not because he's irritated by Hanma, although that was true, but because Draken would always come out on top. No matter how long the fight went for, he would win.

Toman lets out some chuckles at that. Hanma smiles at the 'joke', looking up as if he didn't want to punch her in the face for that. Draken grins at that too.

"We are changing their Divisions." She states, making the two boys in front of her freeze, "And I'm telling all of Toman this because these two idiots are sneaky little shits and I'll have eyes all around. That includes the newcomers."

Kuniki, the new Sixth Division Vice Commander, glances over to his men. He gives a look to say 'listen'. He can't afford to start a riot.

Y/N shouts, hands behind her back, "Hanma Shuji will be joining the First Division." She looks to Hanma, who is already glaring at her with an aggressive smile. She raises a brow. "Hanma, greet your new captain."

Mitsuya, with a slight smile, walks up to them. He stands in front of his new member. The taller boy only tilts his head with an annoyed smile.

"Bow to your Captain, Hanma." Mitsuya says through a smile.

Hanma grits his teeth, rolling his eyes and bowing lazily. "Thanks." He grumbles out.

But he lets out a small grunt as he feels a foot against his back, pushing him to bow further down. He looks over his shoulder with an annoyed gaze, to see Y/N glaring back.

"I said to greet your captain, Shuji." She scowls, lifting her chin up. She digs her boot heel further into his back. "With respect. Or we'll start from square one where it's all our Captains and Commanders verse your scrawny ass."

Mikey has to look away. Maybe he could grow on this new Y/N. She was pretty cool.

Kisaki lets out a slow exhale through his nose, glancing away from Hanma. He can tell his friend is mentally cussing him out.

Hanma grunts out, hands on his knees, "Thank you for having me, Captain Mitsuya."

Y/N lifts her foot and tilts her head. "That's better." She sighs, "Moving onto Kisaki Tetta. He's going into the Sixth Division."

She watches as Kisaki freezes. His hands clench at his sides. She can tell that he wasn't expecting that one. That's one of the things that Kisaki had taken up when he decided to join Toman again. He can never tell what Y/N is thinking, or what she might do. Unlike Mikey, she had a double life.

Not in the sense that she acted differently with her friends and Toman, than she was by herself.

No, she was two completely different people.

When he approached her, it was the end of the school day. He waited there at the front, students passing him with whispers and points. When he spotted Y/N, she was laughing along with her friends. She was smiling and all, completely different to how Hanma had explained her personality at Toman.

It didn't take a genius to put together that Y/N was leading two different lives.

The only thing separating the two would be the mask she wore, and how she never wanted to be seen with any member of Toman without her uniform and cover.

So he could see the obvious fear in her eyes when her gaze landed on him.

She had scurried off and waved her friends away, telling them that she had to run an errand. They had asked if Kisaki was her boyfriend and that made her gag a little. She said 'no', and that he was a friend of the owner she worked for. They had let that go and watched as Y/N walked with Kisaki.

Once further away, she pushed him into an alleyway, against the wall with his arm twisted behind his back. She asked what business he had with her. He went under the radar, unnoticed and Y/N hadn't heard of him in ages. He was like a ghost.

And when he mentioned he wanted back into Toman, she was hesitant.

He didn't know this was the day after she received the Clair de Lune letter.

She had a plan wrapping up in her head as soon as he asked that question.

So she allowed it.

"Mikey will be overlooking all of Kisaki's decisions. Anyone who finds anything suspicious, can deal with Kisaki along with Mikey." When she says that, all of Toman cheers. Both for the fact that they would be working with Mikey again, and that they'd be able to hurt Kisaki with Y/N allowance.

She waves the boys off after that.

When they all go back to their spots, Y/N closes her eyes for a moment. She needed to ready herself for this one. "I've been contacted by Clair de Lune's group, Lumière du jour de la Lune." She announces.

Gasps are emitting from her crowd. She hears someone shout, "What the Hell do they want with Toman, huh?"

Others join in on that. "They should stay out of our fucking business!" That riles up more fists in the air and arguing.

"They want to inherit Toman." Y/N calls, gathering everyone's attention. It goes quiet at that. "They're expanding throughout Tokyo and are asking for Toman to join."

Faces turn fearful at that. They all respected and admired Toman, but Clair de Lune was tough as shit.

"Do you want to join Clair de Lune?" She asks, "And become another gang that gets thrown around for them?"

A flurry of people shout 'no' and 'no way in Hell' at the question. They come from both the original Toman and the newcomers. Mistuya, Chifuyu and Takemichi are the loudest. They want nothing to do with Clair de Lune. That makes a smile dawn on her lips.

"Of course not!" She calls, puffing out her chest proudly at her gang, "Toman is going to become Tokyo's strongest! If Clair de Lune gets in the way, then it's their fall, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Toman calls, fists in the air.

"So it's decided, then!" She shouts, stepping closer to the stairway. She can feel a proud smile draw onto her lips. Mitsuya grins at that too. "Toman VS Clair de Lune! On the 24th of December! Clear all your plans for Christmas Eve, we're going all out!"

Y/N throws her own tight fist into the air above her, overcoat flowing behind her back. "Toman never loses!" She states, "And there's no way in Hell we're starting with Clair de Lune! They couldn't start a gang in France, so now they're trying to take out Japan's! Let's do our best!"

Mikey watches all of their emotions ring into the air. The gang member are riled up for the fight. More lively then ever.

Y/N did that.

He feels his smile drop from his face.

"They asked to meet all of Toman at once, outside the Christmas Eve festival in town." She informs her men, hands dropping back into her pockets, "Lumière du jour de la Lune is the one organising the meeting. Although, they'd be dumb to only have a few hundred of them in that one group there whilst there's 680 of us about to be there with them."

She rolls her wrist and then places a hand on her hip. "This morning, I got word that they expanded with over a thousand new members." She explains, "That puts 360 in each division, which is only around half of our numbers. It'd be stupid of there was only one group meeting with us. Expect two or more to show. At least 720 VS our 680. Is that going to be a problem?"

Toman shouts loudly, "No!"

"We meet with them and decline. They should expect a brawl. They'd be stupid not to." She tells them, "We give them everything we got. And we overthrow. We'll all be above Clair de Lune, they will follow the orders Toman gives. Are you ready to take down the French gang in Japan?"

"Yes, Commander!" Toman shouts.

"Good!" She smiles out, lifting her chin, "We have over a month to prepare. I want all of you training hard and ready to fight. Clair de Lune is filled with people older than even Draken and the rest of our Captains. I don't care if I'm one of the youngest, I'll be putting in just as much effort. We'll be fighting adults, and if they have weapons? We'll still kill 'em all!"

Toman erupts in more cheers and shouts. They're excited. Y/N can feel her heart beat faster at that. She's thankful and she finally lets herself breathe out.

"This meeting is finished!" She announces.

Everybody leaves. But she notices that Kisaki and Hanma stay until they're one of the last to leave. She gives them a warning look as they exit.

Once they're all alone, Y/N sits on the steps, pushing her coat off her shoulders. "That shit is heavy, damn." She groans, rolling her neck and sitting back, hands holding her in place.

Draken picks it up from the floor and pats the dirt off. "You and Mikey are both so careless with this." He grunts, slinging it over his shoulders. Y/N looks over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out at him. He flips her off.

Mitsuya walks up the steps, stopping in front of her. She blinks at him before sitting up straight, hands on her lap and leg crossed over her knee. "You have to be in good shape for the brawl, Y/N." He reminds her, "That means you need to heal up properly. I want you to not go to work, only school and club activities. Got it?"

She sighs, tilting her head with a frown, "But that means they'll give my shifts to someone else. The bills are due next week."

Draken points out, "Emma went to her interview today. Mikey and I will be working around with our divisions."

"I'll go." Mitsuya offers, giving a kind smile, "All the money still goes to your account anyway, Y/N. Plus, Luna and Mana will keep you company at home while we're gone. I'm sure they'll be good, and when you have your club activities, I'll drive them to your school before heading to your work. They won't cause any trouble."

That makes her shift in her spot, rubbing the back of her neck. "Um... I guess so." She hums, beginning to walk towards the bikes.

She could deal with it for a while. Just until she's fully recovered. Besides, this could help her think of the girls in a different way, rather than the reminders.

Her phone rings in her pocket, making Y/N slide it out. She stops at the bikes as everyone boards. "Shit." She huffs, closing her eyes, "It's my Vice President. It's probably about the school festival. Give me a few minutes."

She begins to turn away, walking in another direction. Her voice goes a little higher, making the boys raise a brow at her. "Good afternoon, Kawasaki! I'm really sorry about having to miss the meeting today, I hope I'm too behind..." She sighs out, hand in her pocket.

Mikey holds up Y/N's Toman jacket. "Is this one really my old one?" He questions, tilting his head. It sure looked like it.

"Yeah. Fits Y/N fine, so we didn't need to tailor it." Mitsuya states, sitting down in his seat, "She was the one that took it in after you left, actually."

Mikey holds onto it tighter.

Chifuyu then speaks out, "Should we all go to Y/N's school festival?"

Takemichi shrugs his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Emma, Hina and I are finished with exams and are off unless we have club activities for the festival. It's pretty much expected that the three of us go, even though we're in no clubs." He explains.

Mitsuya nods his head. 'Yeah, that'd be cool. If anyone sees us, they'll just expect us to be there for Takemichi or something." He states, arms over his chest, "We could check out Y/N's club too."

Everyone turns to Draken when he lets out a sigh, "As long as it doesn't put Y/N in any danger. And we have to make sure that we keep low profile."

The five of them agree, just in time for Y/N to come back. She groans, taking her school bag from Mitsuya, "Kawasaki was really nice about it all, but he said we all decided on a fashion competition thing from the overall year. He wants me to be one of the contestants."

Takemichi questions, "Are you going to be using your own designs? Or modelling?"

Y/N laughs at that, waving her hand as she slings her bag over her shoulder, "Oh, God no. I'm really bad at modelling, actually." She sheepishly plays with the strap. "I'm one of the designers. Because our club has so many members, they were put into groups of designer and models already."

Draken looks up to the sky, still bright and blue. "Do you have good models?" He asks her.

"I have a Third Year, two Second Years and one First Year." She informs him, hand on her hip, "They're pretty okay, but I don't know if they'll stay on task."

Chifuyu hums out, shrugging his shoulders, "Well it is hard to do that when you're working with someone so pretty."

Mitsuya agrees with a hum, and Mikey gives the Vice Captain a look.

Y/N only thanks Chifuyu. "Anyway, I have to pick four of my best designs and make them." She says, "The festival is actually four days before the Clair de Lune brawl. Which means I have to work hard."

Mitsuya and Draken go to argue with that, saying she needed to recover. But she speaks out, "Can't just sit around and do nothing. Plus, Mana and Luna like to watch and play with the fabric."

She checks her watch. "Anyway, I need to head home to get started." She states, looking up to her men, "Can anybody give me a ride?"

Mitsuya raises his hand. Y/N shakes her head. "You've got work in an 40 minutes. Better get there early to introduce yourself and explain it all. Just say I'm busy with festival things, they'll understand." She says to him.

He gives a small pout at that. Not about the work, but about not being able to drive her home.

"I can't. Picking up Emma from her interview soon and then taking her to lunch." Draken says, ignoring the wiggly brows both Mikey and Takemichi gave him.

Chifuyu then juts his thumb behind him. "Gotta' get home, my mother is sick and Peke J needs to be fed." He says.

Takemichi bows his head at Y/N. "Sorry, but Hina and I have plans today." He claims.

That leaves Y/N staring at Mikey with a raised brow. He shrugs his shoulders at her. "Got nothin'. I guess I'm your knight in shining armour today, huh?" He tells her, revving his bike with a smile, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Y/N nods her head, walking towards his bike. But Mitsuya stops her for a second, grabbing her elbow gently. She turns to him, only to watch as he pulls her closer. She holds onto his sleeve at the sudden movement, about to question it. But Mitsuya then presses his lips to her forehead. That leaves her a little wide-eyed, standing up straighter before and tightening her grip on his sleeve.

Draken makes a funny noise at her reaction, finding it hilarious even though having seen it every single time Mitsuya does something so bold. Chifuyu and Takemichi are poking each other, trying to figure out what is going on. As far as they knew, Mitsuya and Mikey were pretty much fighting for Y/N's attention.

"Be careful, alright?" He says sweetly, letting go of her elbow, "Y'know how the sewing machine is. My sisters are already over at yours."

She bites the inside of her cheek before meekly nodding her head at what Mitsuya has said. She scurries off to Mikey's bike, getting on the back of it and holding onto the seat.

Mikey is glaring at Mitsuya in an irritated way. The lavender-hair boy only slightly shrugs, winking at Mikey.

In response to that, he revs his bike again but louder. "Better hang on tight, Y/N." He tells her, looking over his shoulder to see how she looks back at him, "I've always been a fast driver."

She knows this about him after all those midnight rides. So she does as he says, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on just tightly enough that she needed to.

Mitsuya can see how she leans her forehead against the back of Mikey's neck. A part of him is kind of jealous. And Mikey makes a victorious look on his face, winking at Mitsuya. In return, he rolls his eyes with a grin.

Mikey then drives off, ready to go home.

This would be fun.

#self-control #sano mikey manjiro #sano mikey manjiro x reader #sano mikey #sano mikey x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader

[ratsoh-writes]

Skelly baby is trying to say their frist word till they say "daddy!" All exocted and started to giggle and clap their hands,once they see their daddy they squeal and crawls over giggling excitedly repeating the word "daddy"

Sans: he suddenly belly laughs, like the full on mwehehehe you only hear rarely from him. Sans will pick up his baby and run to SO to try and get them to repeat their words. And he’s still giggling the whole time

Papyrus: he lets out a huge delighted gasp, and with little tears in the corner of his eye sockets, he’ll exclaim: THATS ME! IM DADDY!

Star: he lets out this high pitched squad from the cuteness overload and will pick up his baby and spin around with them. His kid is used to this when Star is excited and is loosing their mind lol.

Honey: he dies.

Lol just kidding. Honey will blush bright orange and cradle his baby to his chest in pure joy. He finally breaks away to run and get SO, but when he tries to explain what the baby said, he starts tearing up. Then his kid yells daddy again

Red: he’s both amazed with his kid and slightly relieved. With how much red curses, he half expected his baby’s first word to be something foul lol. Their second word is f*ck.

Edge: he freezes and stares his baby down. In a small voice edge says “Pardon..?” And the baby yells daddy at him again. Edge scoops his kid up and runs off to his SO to get the kid yo repeat themselves then rant about how amazing his kid is

Mal: he immediately starts cooing and repeating the words back to his kid. “YES IM DADDY~ NOW CAN YOU SAY MUMMY?” Mal had been spending more time with his baby lately, hoping to catch this moment.

Cash: he freezes in shock as his baby crawls towards him with a continuous spiel of “daddy, daddy! Up!!” Two words in one!!! Of course cash isn’t a psychopath, he picks his baby up and will just sit there still in shock. How are they talking?? He’d thought they just stay small forever

Oak: his head snaps up and he’ll look at his kid with a wobbly eyelight. When his baby repeats it, oak gently scoops them up for a big bear hug. Then he pulls out his phone and starts recording, softly encouraging them to say it again. Oak doesn’t want to loose this moment at all

Willow: he immediately picks up his baby and holds them at face level. His baby stares deep into willows eyes and solemnly says “daddy”. Willow burst into tears on the spot lol. He’ll be a happy sobbing wreck when he tells SO the good news

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

[itscominghome]

Hey bestie , I love what you write . Can you do one with mason , where they are dating and she gets negative comments and like she feels very bad but didn’t tell him . At the end he finds out and he takes her defens .💕💕

thank you for your request :) sorry it took so long x

Summary: Since you and Mason made your relationship public three months ago, you have received negative and abusive messages from fans. But when everything takes a drastic turn, Mason is there to protect you and takes to social media afterwards to shut down all the abuse and threats.

Warnings: Derogatory language

I'll Always Protect You

"Mason deserves better"

"Slut"

"You're not even that pretty"

"What does Mount see in you"

"I wish he'd just hurry up and break up with you"

"Lets be honest, you wouldn't look twice at him if he wasn't who he was"

"You're just with him for the money"

"I know where you live"

"Break up with him, we know where you live"

These were just some of the many Instagram messages I would receive daily. Some were just calling me names or making me out to be a gold-digger and the sorts. But those on the worse end of the spectrum, those threatening me made me feel sick in the stomach. They had started just over three months ago after Mason and I had gone public with our relationship and they hadn't stopped, only gotten worse. I hadn't told Mason about any of them, I mean surely all of the threats were empty, just a series of words strung together to try and scare me. But part of me was scared that if Mason saw them, he'd start to believe them himself.

"What you looking at, baby," Mason asks from beside me on the bed, sounding concerned. I realised that there must've been a shift in my emotions and immediately plastered a smile onto my face.

"Nothing, Mase," I reply, my voice unsteady. I hate lying to him.

"Tell me you're not reading one of those stupid articles about us again," he says, looking at me, a look of sadness on his face. On top of the private messages I had been receiving, there were a few articles online from gossip sites and even big newspaper companies slating our relationship. Of course, Mason knew about those, there was no way to keep them quiet.

"I don't care what they say, I love you," he would affirm every time he saw one or caught me reading one.

Mason had stayed over at my house last night, not yet moved in with each other, but today wasn't one of the days we could have a lazy day. A day spent cuddling up to each other in bed, doing nothing but watch films, or catch up on the latest episode of 'Married at Frist Sight', which Mason would repeatedly remind me he hated (he loved it really). But, unfortunately, Mason did have training on my day off. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head before the bed dipped beneath me as he started getting ready.

"I'll come and pick you up later and we can go out for a meal or something," he promised as he opened the door thirty minutes later, pecking my lips lightly.

"Sounds good," I smile, "I love you,"

"I love you too," he says before closing the door and making his way to his car.

Tap. Tap. I looked up from the TV to look around for the source of the tapping noise. I noticed it almost straight away and my heart skipped a beat. There was someone outside my window, tapping on the glass, wearing a black balaclava. I froze in my seat, my hands shaking. He continued tapping for a few more seconds before moving to another window and continuing. Then he moved to the door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to open it. At this point, I start to panic, even more, rushing around looking for my phone.

"Where is it..? Where the fuck did I leave it..?" I whisper to myself as I rush upstairs, extremely distressed. I find it on my bedside table in my room and immediately dial Mason. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, Mase." Ring ring. Ring r-.

"Baby, you can't be missing me that much already, I've only been gone for ten minutes," he jokes light-heartedly.

"Mase..." I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's happening? Talk to me," he says, concern evident in his voice.

"Someone's outside, they... they were at the window... tapping it. And... And then they... they started trying to open the door. I can hear them shouting through the letterbox and hitting the door. Mase, I don't know what to do," I say, tears streaking down my face.

"Shit... I'm turning around right now, I'll be back as quick as I can, lock yourself in the bathroom or something, just in case they get in. Stay on the phone," I nod, trying to steady my breathing. On my way to the bathroom across the hall, I can hear the abusive muffled shouts. I pray to God that Mason can't hear what is being said through the phone.

I hear Mason's car pull up in the driveway and his car door slam shut. I unlock the bathroom door and race downstairs where I can see him attempting to confront my perpetrator before he runs away. I open the door, tears of terror still staining my cheeks. Mason sees me and runs over, pulling me into a hug

"Hey, hey it's okay, they're gone, I'm here now. I've got you," he comforts, taking me back into the house and sitting me down to calm me down.

"I didn't think they were being serious..." I say under my breath.

"Baby, what are you on about?" I try my best to play it off as nothing, but Mason won't listen.

"It was just a few messages, it doesn't matter,"

"Show me them," I reluctantly pass him my unlocked phone and he scrolls through my message requests.

"Why didn't you tell me..." he says with a frown, clearly upset that I had not confided in him.

"I thought that if you saw them, you'd start to believe what everyone was saying,"

"Oh, baby..." he whispers, pulling me into his chest, "Nothing anyone says will ever change how I feel about you. Go and get yourself a bag packed and you can come to training with me,"

"It has recently come to light the amount of hate, abuse and downright threats have been hurled at my girlfriend, Y/N. And to tell you the truth, I'm disgusted. So, I've come to Instagram to address it.

I was unaware of how much abuse had been projected onto her until earlier today when I read some of the messages she has been receiving on both Instagram and Twitter. Most accounts claimed to be Chelsea fans, but as I'm sure all of my teammates would agree, to verbally abuse one of our partners, someone that I LOVE, does not qualify you as a Chelsea fan.

I had obviously seen all of the news articles, those I could look past, but the threats became very real today. I am sure that those of you who messaged threats like "We know where you live, break up with him," were all just empty words. But today, I had to drive back to Y/N's house after leaving for training after receiving a phone call from her, telling me that someone was tormenting her in her own home. If this happens again, it WILL become a matter that will need to be treated more seriously.

Finally, I would like to say that no online abuse of anyone should be tolerated. People in the public eye have feelings too, they are human too. It is never okay to attack someone for loving who they love. I know that this message will not stomp out all of the abuse, but I hope that the majority of you are mature enough to take what I have said into account and will consider what you say before you send it.

M19" I read aloud to myself when I see that Mason has posted. I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. Mason.

"Thank you for protecting me today,"

"I'll always protect you,"

Sorry I'm taking ages to write requests, I have been so busy with coursework and homework as of late. That, and posting about 30 things about the match today. So, sorry for the spam, but I hope you enjoyed this request! <33

#mason mount #mm19 #m19 #chelsea fc #ktbffh

[football-writing]

Mason Mount - Always

Prompt: I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then

Summary: Mason and Y/N have been in love forever. It takes a graduation dinner for him to finally come clean about his feelings.

Warnings: friends to lovers aye, mentions of graduation, some tears were shed but it's all good! Also very little dialogue bc i wanted to try something different :)

If someone asked him how long he's been in love with her, he wouldn't know what to tell them. It had developed gradually, really.

First they were friends, meeting for the first time as she got transferred to his school. She'd been quite the character. On the frist day she was there, she'd asked the boys if she could play football with them. They said no girls were allowed, so she stole the ball from one of Mason's friends, dribbled around two other boys and kicked the ball right between the legs of the goalie. He'd admired her then, her cheekiness bringing a boyish grin to his face, and they easily hit it off. She would never allow him to go easy on her, although she would sometimes get in a mood when he'd win for the twentieth time that day. He'd cheer her up and ask her to play at his house, playing boardgames and watching cartoons as they chatted amongst themselves every schoolday.

She'd slowly grown out of playing football with him; clearly they were on different levels entirely nowadays. Still, they remained close friends. He'd gone off to London, then, and it was hard at first. But they would call all the time (he hated phonecalls, but she said she preferred hearing his voice, and so he called her almost daily) and she would come to his home games to cheer him on. He had given her a Chelsea shirt with his name on it, and she'd joked that people would think they were together. The words left his mouth before he could register that he was talking: 'Would that be such a bad thing?' She had remained silent, but the blush that adorned her cheeks must've meant something, right?

It was a silly thing he said back then, though he often lets his mind wander back to that day. Perhaps he was just being ballsy, or joking around, gauging her reaction to a topic that she brought up. But somewhere after those words, the lines had blurred. Their goodbye hugs lingered a little longer, the gazes between them seeming to be softer - a little too soft for two people to just call themselves friends. He would take notice of the way she twirled her hair around her fingers when she was nervous, how her locks would shine in the sunlight. Her scent - sweet and faintly resembling the smell of spring - edged into his memory.

She had felt it, too. It started with missing him more than she used to when he was away for his job. She'd resorted to sleeping in one of his hoodies, just to miss him a little less. Then, she'd set one of their selfies together as her lockscreen, Mason pulling a silly face as she kissed his cheek. A smile would edge onto her face anytime she opened her phone. And when he'd lost a game and got all upset, biting his fingernails to hide his anxiousness, her heart would break for him too. She would do anything to cheer him up. Though, mostly she just wanted to hear his beautiful laugh ringing in her ears - the one that made his nose scrunch up and his eyes crease at the corners.

It wasn't something they spoke about, or ever acknowledged. But the pair was awfully aware of how much the line had blurred since that day on the playground.

But if asked about the moment he knew she was it for him? He'd tell them it was this very moment. Some would say it was cliché, that it was something straight out of a movie. And maybe it was. But he'd seen enough romcoms (he wished he could say it was courtesy of her, but really, he loved those films) to know that the movies hadn't described it well enough.

Because his breath did catch in his throat. His cheeks flushed as he saw her, heart beating louder than it would when he'd been running on the pitch. As she was walking down the stairs, floorlength dress accentuating her figure, her hair falling loosely and her make-up complementing the colour of her eyes perfectly. Her heels were still in her hands, and he fought the urge to smile. He knew how much she hated heels, and how her clumsy self would've probably fallen down the stairs if she'd put them on already. God he felt it all over his body - the hairs on his arms rose as the tingly feeling in his stomach spread through his body. He was so utterly and completely in love with her.

"Y/N. You look- I mean- I-." He tried to start, stammering over his words as his cheeks burned.

"D'you know what? I'll take that as a compliment, Mase." She laughed as she put her heels on.

"You should. Can't even find the words to describe how beautiful you look." He admitted as he groaned mockingly, holding his arm out for her to take so they could walk the short distance to the restaurant.

"Well that doesn't happen often, does it?"

The both of them joked some more as they walked together, before arriving at their destination.

It was her graduation diner. All her family and relatives were there, which to her included Mason. It was a good night, laughing and reminiscing on the past years, wondering about what the future holds as they not-so-subtly stole food from each other's plates.

That was, until her family started speeching. Some of her family members had prepared something, and she'd held Mason's hand tight;y in hers as she listened to all the encouraging words.

"Mason, son. Would you like to say something too?" Her dad asked.

"Uhh, well. I didn't really prepare anything, actually."

"I'm sure you can think of something. Stand up, son." He cursed himself for being so close to her dad. But he was right, he had something to say.

And so he begrudgingly scraped his chair back and stood up. Suddenly all eyes were on him, and although he should be used to that by now, he felt vulnerable. He cleared his throat and looked at her next to him, only to find her kind eyes already on him, an encouraging smile send his way enough to make him start speaking.

"Well. Y/N and I have known each other for years. She was always joking around, roughhousing with me and the boys, never giving a care in the world as long as she, and the people around her, are happy. She'll do anything her way, even if it's the wrong way, because she's too stubborn to admit her mistakes." Some of the guests chuckled, and he took a moment to smile before he continued on.

"That's just what she's like. And I admire that in her - in you." He directed his attention towards her now, as she looked up at him with large eyes. "You're not one to admit when you're upset or stressed, or when you need help. And I know these past few years have been hard on you, but I am so proud to see how you've handled everything. How you persevered through your struggles while still being true to yourself. I admire that in you, and it gives me strength, too. Maybe you're a bit of an inspiration of mine. And-" He had to swallow hard, then, and he glanced at her to gauge her reaction as he did. Tears were brimming in her eyes, and she would no doubt get mad at him later for ruining her make up. He had to swallow again.

"I guess what I'm saying is- It's been an honour to have been by your side through your highs and your lows. Seeing you grow from that little know-it-all girl into the strong woman you are now. And I can't wait to be by your side for everything else you're going to achieve." He sniffled then, wiping a sleeve underneath his own eyes to keep himself from crying in front of - quite literally- her entire family.

That sentiment had gone out the window for her, though, because she'd let the tears stream freely over her cheeks. Worry overtook him as the faintest of sobs left her lips, and so he quickly reached down to her. He held her face in his hands, thumbs wiping her cheeks dry as she let out a teary laugh.

"God, I'm so embarassing." She laughed as she took his hands from his face, resting them on her lap as she played with his fingers - something she had a habit of doing to calm herself down. "You could always become a speech writer if the football thing doesn't work out, though." She added, laughing slightly at her own joke as she tried to lighten the mood. She really hated feeling so vulnerable.

"You're not." He whispered back.

If there was any moment to tell her, this was it. So he mustered up all the courage he could find in himself to just tell her.

"And I'll support you through everything else. All the highs and lows and victories and defeats, I'll be there for you whenever you need me. Because- Because I love you."

Gasps were heard from around the table, but the only reaction he cared for was hers.

"You do?" Her voice was timid, questioning the extent of his words as she was still sniffling.

"I do. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then."

"I- Mason."

She wasn't sure what to respond, so overwhelmed with emotions that she couldn't contain her tears overflowing her eyes for the second time that day. He was crying now too, though, albeit silently. The whirlwind of emotions she felt - that he so clearly reciprocated - were enough to confess her love for him too. Something she now felt they should've done much sooner.

"I love you too, Mason. Always and always and always." She repeated as she let her face fall in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as he held her inexplicably close to him, arms tight around her waist as they took in the moment. Their moment.

The other guests applauded, sniffled as they tried to hide their tears at the heartfelt moment, even cheered for the two of them.

But all of it went unheard.

Because who cares about what others think when you've got that kind of love right in front of you?

#Someone needs to teach me to keep things short because what the hell #i wanted to write something short and sweet #but the words start coming and they dont stop coming *to the all star - smash mouth tune* #And here we are lmao #but hope you enjoy it anyway! #Mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fic #mason mount oneshot #mason mount x reader

[obsessive-ego]

Just go with it

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Lewd mentions

Beetlejuice needs you to pretend to be his fiance or he's in trouble

"Babes?"

...

"Babes, wake up"

....?

"Y/n wake up"

What?

Was your first thought as you are shaken awake by the ghost who has made your home his, you mumble out something unintelligible as you grope around for your phone, you cringe as the bright light of the screen blinds you, as your eyes adjust to the light you groan, 4am.

"Beetlejuice, what-"

"Okay, babes, no time to explain but I need you to pretend to be my fiance" despite the odd statement beetlejuice sounded a tad worried.

"What?"

"Long story short I may have said a few things to some guys, and if we dont pull this off I will be dragged back to the netherworld" the ghoul whispered dragging you out if bed.

"Oh" was all you could muster is your drowsy state.

"So theres a suit from the netherworld waiting to meet you, in your living room, now" beetlejuice continued rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shuffle about your room, slipping on slippers and giving your hair a quick once over, as you reach for your housecoat beetlejuice swats away your hand.

"Bee-"

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders "this will work much better babes, we need to sell this"

You groan, you were too tired for this, thank god you didnt work in the morning, who knows how long this shit is gonna take, but as tired as you were you couldnt let whoever take your ghost back to the netherworld.

"Okay you're my fiance, I proposed a week ago, and you're head over heels for me, that last part wont be hard to fake huh doll?" The ghoul gives you a wink, you sigh.

"Wait, almost forgot" the ghoul snaps his fingers, you feel a light squeeze on you right handed middle finger.

Upon your finger appears rather tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, you honestly felt your heart squeeze when you saw it, to be honest staring at the ring felt like a dream, maybe because you just woke up? It was beautiful, and the idea of it being for real kinda hurt knowing it was for pretend, but those feelings didnt matter right now, Beej needed you to help him avoid being dragged back to the netherworld, you can think about those depressing emotions later.

The two of you leave the bedroom, beetlejuice takes the lead as you shuffle behind.

As the two of you enter the living room you could help but pause and stare at the 'suit' beej claimed that was waiting for you.

In your little arm chair sat a fairly tall skeleton man, his bones a blueish hue, wearing a lime green suit that looked fresh off the rack, guess not all dead guys wore dirty clothes, in all honesty this was your first time seeing another dead person aside from the maitlands and beetlejuice, they were human, beej was humanish, but this guy looked like he walked out of a cartoon.

"Sorry for the wait, you know breathers, they need to sleep" beetlejuice cackled snapping you from your thoughts "well there's y/n, theres the ring, and theres the door, feel free to use it" beetlejuice snears, wanting to get this whole thing done with, yes he adored messing with you, and with different circumstances this could have been funny, but too much was on the line for him and you were an awful liar, he loved you sure, but theres no way you could pull off lying.

"Y/n I presume?" The skeleton gestures to you, completely ignoring beetlejuice, you nod "its pleasure to put a face to the name, I apologize for the rude awakening, when you've been dead for as long as I have, you tend to lose the meaning of time, my dear this wont take long, we just need to clear up some loose ends then you can get back to your rest" the skeleton gestures you to sit on the couch next to beetlejuice who has already made himself comfortable.

You gently sit down next to BJ who was quick to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side.

The skeleton pulls out a clipboard from his jacket and flips through the pages

"Lawrence B Shoggoth, y/n m/n l/n, I have requested an audience with you two to clear up some issues with Lawrence's recent updated paper work, not to mention a handful of rumours that need to be put to bed" the ghoul flips through the papers "it says here the y/n you are Lawrence's spouse, is that true?"

You nod

"You see y/n, Lawrence here cant be trusted at face value, so that is why I must converse with you on the matter, so you are his fiance correct?"

"Yes"

"I see, now how long have the two of you known each other?"

"About a year or so" you shrug

"Mmmhmm" the ghoul scribbles down something and continues "now when did he propose to you?"

"Last week" this was so anxiety inducing, for a man with no eyeballs it sure felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Now what drawn you to such a, oh how do I put this, such a man?"

You hear beetlejuice huff out as if he was insulted.

"Well, beetlejuice may be rough around the edges, and can be a dick at times, but he's great company, hes funny, witty, has great taste in movies, and he makes me smile, hes also, well, he's also good looking too" you look away from both parties, as you were clearly embarrassed over what you said, it was the truth, but it still made your face burn.

Beetlejuice leans forward, looking in your direction, eyes wide and mouth a gape, his hair now a bright pink.

"Mr Shoggoth, you look surprised at y/n's words" the ghoul grabs Beetlejuice's attention.

"Heh, you see y/n is the shy type, hearing that type a thing is rare and ALWAYS gets my attention". Beetlejuice slicks his hair back removing the pink and resetting it to its default green.

"Mmmmhmmm" was the ghoul's only response as attention was drawn back to you.

"So y/n you truly are betrothed to Lawrance, you want to be wed to him on purpose?" The skeleton's tone was almost surprised, as if beetlejuice was the most revolting creature in existence and you wanting, out of your own free will to be bound to such a thing, was the most insane thing he has ever herd.

You nod, beetlejuice gives the skeleton a smug toothy grin.

"This isnt a joke, nor is he blackmailing or threatening you?" His tone sounded desperate, as if he needed to prove beetlejuice was lying for his own good.

You only shake your head, while beetlejuice surpresses a laugh

"Ya see bone head? I'm innocent~" he chuckles, squeezing you close to his side.

"Y/n you are aware of what you're doing for Lawrence correct?" The skeleton sounded almost smug, you only stare back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You see y/n, you are doing Lawrence here a huge favor, when the dead marry the living, they are able to walk the earth like you do, you are granting him life, something he has never had, this is why we must confirm with you, that you understand what he's doing" the skeleton gestures to beetlejuice, the demon only rolls his eyes in response.

"I know"

Attention is drawn to you

"I know all about that life giving thing, beetlejuice told me about it"

"Well you see y/n, this isnt the first time Lawrence has-"

"I know, I was told, by him and the person he tried to marry the first time, small world huh"

The skeleton pauses for a moment then coughs into his fist, as if to regain his composure after being surprised, he continues "I see, Lawrence has been honest with you, I didnt think he had it in him"

Beetlejuice snarls at the comment, tips of his hair turning red.

"Just a few more loose ends y/n then you can return to your rest" the skeleton flips through his papers "ah, Lawrence, y/n may have been couched, and since you seem so eager to speak, I do have a few things I need to clarify with you, if the two of you are in love as you say and this isnt a farce, you would know plenty about your future spouse, when was y/n born?" The skeleton snears as if hes caught you two red handed

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "easy *birthday day and year* hell I woke them up with some early morning birthday head"

You cover your face in embarrassment at that comment, yet you were surprised he knew the year.

"Correct, and might I saw congratulations on a LEGAL partner this time"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes at the low blow before grumbling "it was a green card thing"

The skeleton ignores Beetlejuice's comment and continues "what drew you to this breather? And please keep it out of the gutter"

Beetlejuice huffs "spoil sport, y/n here is one of the kindest, sweetest, softest breather I ever met, they let me do whatever I want, they want me around, no stings attached, they got great taste, just look at the company they keep, and let me tell ya, the first time we met they sucker punched me in the jaw for scaring them, and I've been dreaming of that swing ever since"

You just stare at the ghoul, he remembered that? He remembered how he first met you? When lydia locked you in the basement and he jumped out at you, successfully scaring you but earning himself a fist in the jaw, wow. Your face felt hot remembering that, what a frist impression.

The night droned on and on with dull questions the suit had lined up to prove beetlejuice was lying, but every question had an appropriate answer, and the skeleton knew he could not prove anything as the night went on.

Low on patience and time he decided call it quits.

The skeleton pushes his clipboard back into his jacket and sighs "I appreciate your time y/n, thank you for your cooperation, and Lawrence, I look forward form your departure of death, a short vacation from you is the pick me up I deserve" the skeleton raises up from your chair and walks over to a wall on the other side of the room, you watch him draw a door, and knock 3 times, you're livingroom wall opens up to the netherworld. You freeze at the sight, you always felt uneasy seeing the netherworld portal open up, maybe it was a living thing? As if beetlejuice felt your discomfort he pulls you into a side hug, grounding your anxiety, you give a sigh of what feels like relief.

The skeletontirns to face the two of you "Before my departure, y/n I do have one final thing to ask you, can you kiss Lawrence for me?"

"What?" You gawk in confusion

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "what? You the type of guy who gets off on watching others get hot and heavy, I mean I feel ya, but if you insist, I can help a guy out" beetlejuice is quick to cup your face "give daddy some sugar~" he purrs puckering up to go in for the kiss.

"Lawrence you misunderstand me, I ask y/n, if you two are truly betrothed, shy or not, y/n shouldnt have any issues kissing their lover" the skeleton gestures to you, without eyeballs or eyebrows he sure wore a smug face, as if he found you two out.

Beej snorts out his nose, great, he's fucked, theres no way you could sell this now, the ghoul had to take the lead and try to steer this away from what this bureaucrat wants "Shy or not, my little sex pot here isnt too keen on others watching, believe me, I tired, the only thing they wont do in the bedroom-"

"Bee, it's fine" you interject, gently grabbing the demons sleeve, he looks at you mouth agape, green slowly blossoming into pink in his face and hair.

"You mind leaning down honey?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, yes beetlejuice has kissed you more times then you could remember, and yes, youd be lying if you didnt enjoy them, but taking the lead? That was new, and to have someone watching? Not to mention if you dont make this look good he's gonna take beetlejuice away.

Beetlejuice on the other was practically glowing pink, and vibrating with excitment, not to mention drooling.

You gently cup the demons face, running your thumbs across his stubble, you swore you could hear the demon purring, you take a deep breath through your nose before closing the gap between the two of you.

Beetlejuice's hands find homes for themselves, on in your hair, the other on the center of your back. Your hands move from the demon's face and bury themselves in his messy hair, gently giving his head a scratch, you squeak with surprise as the ghoul lifts you up from the ground, instinct kicks in nd you wrap you legs around his waist, lips still locked with his, you feel his tongue probing at you mouth, begging for your permission to enter, you oblige, his tongue wasnt new to you, you felt it a handful of times, running up the side of your face when the ghoul was trying to get your attention mostly, but in your mouth?

It was long, and big, and kind of cold, it easily took the lead, exploring your mouth.

You push on Beetlejuice's chest to notify him you needed to breath, the two of pull your lips part from each others, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"Oh Lawrence" you sigh

The demon now completely electric pink, still holding you up growls before asking "couch?"

You hum out "yes"

Before the ghoul flops backwards on the couch, having you sit on top of him, you give his tie a quick yank and he groans in response.

"Oh doll, you're lucky you dont work tomorrow, cuz I want you to ride me all night~"

"Ahem!"

The two of you freeze for a moment, beetlejuice snickers at your face, clearly embarrassed, you pause for a moment, swallowing your shame before addressing the ghoul who was still here

"You're still here?" Was all you manged to breath out

"I mean I'm into it, but y/n? Not so much, and they clearly arent into you watching so" beetlejuice snorts, trying to wave the skeleton off so the demon could relax.

"I see, y/n you clearly are attracted to him, and understand all the consequences of marrying the dead, I declare that Lawrence B Shoggoth was, in fact, telling the truth, this should be a holiday, such a rare occasion" the skeleton trailed off as he walked into the netherworld, you only watched as he vanished and the walls of your little apartment rearranged themselves like it never happened.

You sat top beetlejuice for a moment, sighing over dodging the bullet of losing your, very dear friend, you may or may not be head over heels for.

You're reminded of where you were sitting  with a familiar pinch on your butt.

"Hey honey~" the ghoul purrs

You jerk up at recalling the situation you're in, beetlejuice groans at you movement

"Careful sweets, keep moving like that and you'll turn this semi into a boner" he snorts out a chuckle.

You're quick to get off the demon, though he did grunt in protest, before sitting back up and pulling a couch cushion over his lap, despite how crude he was, he did have SOME common courtesy.

As much fun as it would have been for the demon to tease you on your rather hot actions, he noticed how your attention wasnt on him, rather then you were staring at the wall that was once the door to the netherworld.

"So we did it?" Was all you seemed to whisper

"Yup, I got to hand it to you babes, you did quite a good job fooling that stiff"

You turn back to the demon and give him a soft smile feeling completely relieved.

"You know it's funny y/n, you're a terrible liar, and you sure as hell cant act, you got way too many tells, but yet, I didnt see a single twitch nor did I hear a single stutter, why's that?~" you knew that tone oh too well, it was the 'I know something embarrassing about you' tone, it was smug yet made your legs turn to jelly.

"I guess when it comes down to really important stuff i guess i can-" you stammer while fiddling with the hem of your shirt

"I dont think so dolly" beej was quick to interrupt "babes, you've been wearing my jacket the whole time, I've seen you keep glancing down at the ring, and fuck me, the amount of fire in that kiss, someone like you cant fake that" 

You refuse to look his way, this was one hell.of a way to come clean with your feelings, a heavy silence fills the room, though you're pretty sure beetlejuice could hear your heart pounding away.

As if the ghoul could sense your discomfort, he sighs "ya know babes, it's pretty late, and breathers need to sleep, so how bout you head back to bed and I'll finish grilling you in the morning"

Glancing back at beetlejuice you could see the flicks of purple appearing in the pink mess of his hair, you give the ghouls half hearted smile, as you go to take off the jacket he raising his hand motioning you to stop

"Its gonna be cold tonight babes, how bout you keep it warm for me?"

"Oh, alright, night Bee, glad I could help you" you wave off as you head to your bedroom to over think what just happened.

Beetlejuice groans when he hears the familiar sound of your bedroom door closing, he was so close to getting a real confession out of you, but tomorrow morning is gonna be pretty dangerous for you,  he sighs removing the pillow from his lap, he had a more pressing matter to attend too, and with your taste on his tongue and the beautiful imagine of you on top of him yanking at his tie, this 'problem' wont take long to deal with.

Bonus

The next morning was quite awkward, beetlejuice wasnt kidding about grilling you in the morning, but at least what felt like an interrogation last night, now felt like childish teasing

"Bee, can I ask you something about last night?"

The ghoul beams with excitement at your question "anything you want babes"

"If we would have failed, what would have happened to you, you said you would have been dragged back to the netherworld and" you pause hoping the ghoul would fill in

"Oh, yeah, if we would have got caught I would have had to spend a week in the netherworld with my mother fixing this paperwork and just being chewed out, a nightmare babes, we dodged a bullet" he raises his hand for a high five as if to congratulate you on helping him out

"What, I'm sorry what"

Beetlejuice lowers his hand and frowns at your response

"Beetlejuice I was worried sick, I thought they were gonna take you away forever, i was terrified if i fuck up I'd never see you again, like what am i supposed to do without you?! I dont want you to leave me" you practically screamed

Beetlejuice only started at you, slowly soaking in what you said

'I dont want you to leave me'

His blank stare slowly shifts to a smile, flicks of pink appearing in his hair "dont worry sugar, you're stuck with me"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

[luckysevenwrites]

I don’t know how to be in a relationship

Mark and Y/n and gone from friends to dating. Things are going good but this is Marks frist relationship and he is freaking out on what the rules are when it comes to being in a relationship. Luckily Y/n and Haechan are around to help calm him down.

Part of the long term couples series

           Mark looks down at his phone and debates weather or not he should pick it up and call you. He wants to call you he wants to hear your voice more than anything. Normally he wouldn’t even hesitate when it comes to reaching out to you. He used to not even think about it when he would send you a random text message or call you just to tell you some random thought that was running through his mind. Now things are different though. You two are dating and he doesn’t know what the rules are now.

           Can he still just call you whenever he wants? Can you two still do the same things you use to, or do you have to do more couple things? What even are couple things? Groaning Mark almost slams his head against his desk. Why does dating have to be complicated, can’t it just be easy. While Mark is having a minor crisis Haechan comes in singing to himself completely oblivious to the melt down that Mark is having.

           “Mark,” Haechan sings, “come with me to the studio.”

           Mark doesn’t reply and continues to have his melt down. Haechan looks at the man laid across his desk and rolls his eyes. Grabbing Mark by the shoulders Haechan peels him off his desk and sits him up.

           “Why are you being dramatic? That’s my thing not yours.” Haechan grumbles.

           “It’s nothing. Just ignore me,” Mark replies. He doesn’t want Haechan to know that he is freaking out over dating you. He knows that Haechan will just make fun of him he is not in the mood for Haechan and his teasing.

           “It’s not nothing and I don’t want to go to the studio alone. Now tell me what is wrong, that way you can come and support me,” Haechan shakes Mark by the shoulder refusing to leave until he tells him what is going on.

           “Fine. I don’t know how to be a boyfriend to Y/n.”            Refusing to look at Haechan, Mark looks down at his hands and rings them together. He doesn’t like this feeling. He doesn’t like that he’s unsure of how to act around you now. Before you two became a couple things were easy. He knew where the two of you stood and what to do.

           “What do you mean you don’t know how to be a boyfriend to Y/n?” Haechan moves around from behind Mark and leans against his desk.

           “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not in the mood to be teased.”

           “I’m not going to tease you. I’m being serious, what do you mean you don’t know how to be a boyfriend to Y/n?”

           “It’s different now. We’re not friends anymore we’re in a relationship and I don’t know how to be in a relationship. What if I mess it up? What if I do something that will make her want to stop dating me or makes her realize that she can do better than me.”

           Haechan nods his head along with what Mark is saying and Mark starts to panic thinking that Haechan is validating all his fears. Maybe Haechan is going to tell that he is right he doesn’t know how to be a boyfriend and is going to screw it up.

           “Have you talk to Y/n about all of this,” Haechan says instead.

           “No why would I.” Haechan smiles at Mark like he finally knows more than Mark does and gets to be the one to impart knowledge on him instead of the other way around.

           “In order for a relationship to work there needs to be communication. If you sit here and worried about all the what if’s and don’t talk to Y/n your relationship is going to fall apart. But if you talk to your partner and have an honest conversation with them your relationship will probably survive. Everyone has fears when it comes to relationship. It’s how we handle them that determines if it’s going to last or not.”

           Mark widens his eyes at Haechan of all the things that he thought would come out of his mouth he was not expecting that. Haechan is always the joker of the group, the one who is never serious. What he says though makes sense and Mark must admit he’s right he should talk to you about how he is feeling.

           “When did you get so good at advice and relationship?” Mark questions.

           “I can’t take all the credit, Noona told me pretty much the same thing when I was freaking out about my relationship. Now talk to Y/n, that way you can come with me to the studio.” Haechan hands Mark his phone and walks out of the room giving him the privacy he needs to talk to you.

           Just as Mark is about to unlock his phone and call you his phone lights up. Showing that he has an incoming call from you. Laughing he swipes at his phone to answer the call and brings it up to his ear.

           “Why are you laughing?” Is the first thing that he hears, and it makes him laugh more as he leans back in his chair.

           “Because I was just about to call you. Then you went and beat me to it,” Mark tells you. He hears your laughter over the line, and it makes him smile and some of the uneasiness that he was feeling earlier disappears. He forgot how much you calm him just by being you.

           “They do say that great minds think alike. Were you going to call me to see if I was free to get dinner? Because that’s why I was calling,” you tell him.

           “No that wasn’t why I was calling. I am free for dinner, I’m going to go to the studio for a bit with Haechan if you want to meet me there and then we can grab something to eat,” Mark almost leaves it at that. It would be easy to just go on like none of his worries he had earlier were real. And to just fall back into the comfort that you bring when he’s around you.

           He knows that’s not the right thing to do and Haechan’s words from earlier are ringing in his head. If he wants things to work out between the two of you, he knows that he has to talk to you and be open about how he is feeling.  It’s scary for him though, he doesn’t know how you’ll react and what if you think that he’s worrying to much or is taking things to seriously. Before his mind can spiral more Mark pushes forward with the conversation that he knows he needs to have with you.

           “The reason I was calling was because I’m not sure how to do this relationship and I’m worried that because we are dating things are going to be different now between us and I don’t know what the rules are when it comes to dating,” the words come flying out of Marks mouth and he is wondering if you were even able to catch all of what he said. Your quiet on the other end of the line and Mark wonders if you did hear it all or have hung up on him.

           “Mark,” you finally speak, and he can hear the concern in your voice. “There aren’t really rules when it comes to dating. Just because we are dating doesn’t mean that we can’t still act the way we did before. Or that you suddenly need to change who you are because we are in a relationship. How long have you been feeling like this?”

           “Today is really the first day where I started to panic. I wanted to call you just because and I started to over think it. I’m worried that you are going to find it annoying if I call you all the time just because I want to talk, or text you when I find something funny.”

           You let out a laugh and Mark can picture you now, looking down at the ground a smile coming across your face. You might even be rolling your eyes. He wishes that you were here now, and he didn’t have to wait until later to see you.

           “You did all that stuff before we started dating and I didn’t find it annoying. And when I did, I told you or told you that I couldn’t talk and would call you later. I want you to be yourself okay.”

           “Okay, sorry for freaking out. I guess,” Mark pauses trying to collect his thoughts before he continues on, “I guess I just really like you and I don’t want to mess it up.”

           “I really like you too, and the only way that you’ll mess it up is if you start to change from the person I fell for and am continuing to fall for.” Mark smiles at that and now is glad that you are not here. That way you can’t see how red his face is from what you’ve said.

           “Keep doing that and I’ll see you at the studio later for dinner?” Mark questions.

           “Absolutely, and Mark call me whenever you want even when you don’t have a reason to.” With those parting words you hang up the phone and Mark smiles at the black screen. He’ll never admit it to Haechan, but he was right, talking to you made a difference and he’s glad that he listened to him and talk to you about how he was feeling.

           Grabbing his things Mark quickly packs them in his bag and goes in search of Haechan. The sooner he gets to the studio and helps him the sooner he can be done and take you to dinner. He’s looking forward to seeing you in person and as he goes in search of Haechan he pulls out his phone to send you a message telling you how he cannot wait to see you.

#nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 oneshots #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 fanfic #mark x reader #mark x y/n #mark x you #mark x oc #nct mark fluff #nct mark oneshot #nct mark drabbles #nct mark fanfic #nct mark reaction #nct mark scenarios #nct mark imagines

[scandeniall]

falling in love | atsumu m.

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: few curse words. Yk the usual; aged up/post time skip

alternatively; what its like falling and being in love with atsumu

thank u all for the thoughts on the sakusa version. figured i’d give another boy a try and am considering making this a series 

Falling in love with Atsumu feels like being on a roller coaster. There are so many ups and downs but you never want to get off. Falling in love with him requires time but once you do its the most amazing thing in the world. 

Its meeting at Onigiri Miya after he’s had a long and rough day at practice and you two order the same meal. The order is called off and in a haze of exhaustion he thinks its his grabbing the bag almost immediately bumping into you and dropping the bag. Hes so so tired and so so hungry that he nearly tears up before mumbling a series of expletives, not even processing any of the spew of apologies you shoot at him. Even worse when he finds out it wasn’t even his order he dropped, because so much for a free meal. He’s in shock when you decline him buying you a new one because he “looks ready to drop dead at any moment.” He barely processes the way Osamu comes out both annoyed at the mess and amused at his frozen twin before telling you a replacement was on the house and forcing Atsumu to go nap in the back for a little because driving home. 

Its how after that night, he’d started seeing you more and more at the shop, very brief conversations here and there leading up to him asking for your number since “ya seem to come here as much as me.” At some point he found out that its because its your roommate’s favorite spot and picking up dinner is on your way home (not that you've ever mentioned that you’d gotten to enjoy the view of both the cook and his brother.)

Its the friendship you develop with his twin and fit right in with their friends. In some whirlwind of conversation you expressed concern for him (as a stranger) to where his brother said it wasn’t unusual for him to come in, half dead, eat and sleep off some of his exhaustion before heading home. It wasn’t all the time, but often enough. However, accidentally stealing someone else's food was a new one for him. You jokingly called Atsumu sleeping beauty, which was the start of it. The two of you frequently teamed up against the twin, to tease at him and no matter how much Atsumu claimed to hate it and he wishes you two despised each other, he cant hide the smile that tugs at him. 

Its the moments like the one when you met where you end up picking him from practice, catching a ride to the gym because he's so so tired and wants nothing more than to stuff his face and sleep for days. Just months into your friendship he’s trusting you with his car, because you seem that dependable. The praises of you being a good friend as his hand lingers against yours after passing the keys over to you. The way he looks slumped against the cars window has something stirring inside of you. You take a picture for blackmail later and to reinforce how much better he is when hes not talking. 

Its how he sits on your couch eating all your snacks while he shit talks all the guys that appear on your tinder. Calls some of them jobless losers, and its the frist time he admits that he thinks you're hot. “Yer too hot for that guy”, while swiping left on all of them (even the ones you would’ve gone right for.) The way you retort confirming that he thinks you’re hot has him speechless and stuttering, insisting that he didnt mean it like that, yet can’t explain how he meant it. 

The times you bicker and he suddenly becomes the worst friend you have. The time you two had stopped talking for like a month, mad over something you’d forgotten a week later. Yet, all you knew is that you were supposed to be mad. He could “go to hell” and you were “so fucking annoying.” Over the course of your friendship he’d made it a habit of taking things from you; your favorite mug because he still had a drink in it when it was time for him to go. Your fuzzy socks that he’d claimed during a movie night, because your apartment was way too cold. The spare reusable bottle because he forgot his and was already on his way to the gym. You’d resorted to trying to slowly get your stuff through Osamu, but by week 3 he’d grown tired of it. He promised you both a free meal if you came and helped him close up one night, before forcing you two to talk it out. Within five minutes the two of you are laughing. 

Your first date had been one by accident of some sorts. You’d been walking around a shopping center at night and he’d caught view of a new ice cream shop. It was his cheat weekend and he suggested stopping. His treat. Some time in between you going home he’d teased that it felt like a date. You both were hit with a oh shit kind of moment because it was true. Throughout the night your hands had brushed several times, and you’d both even let the other use your spoon to taste your different ice cream flavors. 

Atsumu’s feelings came relatively easy. He thought you were kind, funny, interesting, and of course attractive. You had a way of leaving him speechless with your quick and witty comeback, and it was refreshing. It’d been something he hadn’t seen much since his high school days with Aran. However he’d denied the feelings for the longest, swearing to himself that he’d never have a crush on you. You were just one of the bros, but better.But, after that first date its like the feelings just flooded out. It’d ended with you hinting that you’d be interested in going on another one, “perhaps a real one this time,” and he just nodded. 

There weren’t many dates before the two of you dived into your relationship. Afterall, you’d been friends for over a year and if he’d thought you were annoying he wouldve “been gotten rid of you.” His first act of the two of you becoming a couple, was a cute picture for his new wallpaper. It’d been a hassle to get because with every picture, one of you had a problem. The first time his roots were peaking through too much and he fussed at you for not telling him he needed a touch up. Then the one he liked you were blinking, and hed insisted you looked good anyways (or that he did). He’d recounted a time where he didn’t care about making memories, but it was different now. They made him who he was, and wanted to keep the memories of your growth. 

Its the nights before games that he spends with you doing self care (an act he used to pretend like he only did because you wanted to, before just begrudgingly admitting that he liked it too.) You’d gone to look for a specific face mask, before he admitted that he stole it and forgot to bring it back (when really he used it all up and was just waiting for you to buy another one so he could take that one too). When you rolled your eyes at him, he’d just brush it off a promise of returning it before opening his arms for you to return to your cuddle position. You were supposed to be watching a movie, but he’d pulled up old games of his future opponents and kept showing you interesting plays. One hand holding the phone, the other unconsciously rubbing circles onto your back. He asks if you’re paying attention to him and you admit that you aren’t at all and he sighs in over dramatic disappointment before locking the phone and focusing on you.  

Its the argument that almost led to your breakup that happened due to a miscommunication. You’d been out with friends, Atsumu already trying and failing to coax you into staying the night with him instead. All it had taken was a picture taken completely out of context for him to feel hurt. He really really liked you (borderline was ready to admit loving you)!and thought you’d at least felt a fraction of the same emotion towards him. That night he hadn’t thought through anything before sending the picture (snapped on who knows who’s phone) to you with a simple ‘I see how it is’. What made it even worse is that you hadn’t seen the picture right away. 

It’s how your heart dropped later that night when you were finally ready to head back to his, and your heart ached at how you called him several times only to be sent straight to voicemail. Your attempt at reaching his twin was lucky as he hadn’t even told him about what he thought had happened yet. Another strike of luck when Osamu believed you and ensured that this was a case of his brother acting first and thinking later. 

The makeup had been one both of relief and realization that the two of you needed to talk. It’s when you found out that he was in love with you and that he really did love hard. Just like with volleyball, he wasn’t sure what kind of dumb shit he’d be getting into if you weren’t there. Having to sit through the conversation was uncomfortable for him as he was often the one doing the scolding to others. However the difference was that you admitted that you could’ve handled it better as well (something he doesn’t do when he’s complaining about others).

Its the nights where he hits you up at 2am already outside begging you to just take a late night drive with you. He knows you can’t tell him no so he’s offering a smirk pushing the door open as you sleepily make your way in. His eyes soften at how cute you look (he’s definitely known to slip up and talk in a baby voice like this and yes you’ve blackmailed that ass when he annoys you). You tell him that you look like shit at the moment and he agrees before backtracking and still saying you look good. 

You end up at some late night drive through arguing about fries because “ya didn’t even wanna come out in the first place” and you both don’t need them. You could just share. The workers in the drive through literally have to tell y’all to hurry up to where he just glared at the faceless menu. You have to end up shouting over him the order that he still ends up complaining about. Even though you end up with the two different orders he eats all yours and every time you try and swat his hand away he exclaims that he bought them. 

Those nights you wake up pretty easily because he lowers the windows and turns up his throwbacks playlist pretty loud and sings terribly and just looks so happy. Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney comes on and he loves grabbing your hand at it while singing along. Those moments are a different kind of joy from when he’s playing volleyball. He’s not focused on a win or his team and how to celebrate. He’s living in the moment, happy and carefree and with his favorite person.

a/n: um yeah cant lie I do like the sakusa version better but here we go. another middle of the night ramble. 

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #hq imagine #haikyuu imagines

[cevansfics]

Alone, together.

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s yours and Chris’s Frist night completely alone together since the birth of you daughter.

Warnings: language, fluff, smut 18+, very slight dom!chris i guess

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: please feel free to let me know what you think, also if anyone ways to be added to the taglist drop me a message :)

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Chris was in the home office finishing off a phone call with his agent, while you stood in the kitchen finishing dinner, a lasagne you had made and a side salad. It’s been the first whole night Chris and you would have together since you had a baby, 8 months ago. You decide to cook dinner as opposed to going out so you could spend more quality time with your husband. Of course, Chris didn’t disagree; he loved your cooking.

Just as you got the food out the oven and placed it on the countertop, you heard the office door close with pads of feet on the hardwood floor accompanied by the patter and scrapes of Dodger following behind. Chris walks up behind you and placed his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace and he places a soft kiss on your temple.

“Looks good, baby.” His voice was a lot most relaxed than it was 40 minutes ago when he got a call from his agent. You remember the groan of disapproval from him when he had to leave to take the call.

“Everything okay with the phone call?” You ask as you open the cupboard door to get out a couple of plates. Chris quickly takes them for you and grabs the cutlery before heading into the dining room to set the table.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “Just had to briefly go over things for when I start filming next month.” He continued as he placed everything on the table. You stood there to admire him for just a moment, this routine wasn’t too much unlike other evenings, just without your daughter there, but seeing Chris all domesticated made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

“You’re staring,” his voice brought you out of your gaze.

“I’m allowed to.” You poke your tongue out at his as you turn and head back into the kitchen.

Dinner was over before you knew it. You both ate, drank and laughed. Just enjoying each other's company just like back when you had started dating. You end up talking about everything and anything. From a silly commercial you had seen on tv, to the projects he had in the coming months.

Eventually, after cleaning everything up after dinner you moved into the living room. You had a glass of wine, and Chris had a bottle of beer. You both decide on what movie you want to watch. Making most of the downtime. The movie is just about to start when Chris moves even closer to you. You feel him place his hand on your inner thigh slowly stroking his thumb. Suddenly you aren’t paying attention to the movie, all you can focus on is his touch. So much so, he starts talking to you and you don’t hear a word. Looking up your eyes catch him and you notice he has a massive smirk spread across his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You raised your eyebrows at him and told him he needed to ask you his question again.

“I said did you want a refill,” gesturing towards your empty glass.

“Oh… no, I’m good, thank you,” You smile at him before leaning forward to place the empty glass on the coffee table in front of you. Settling back next to him, his hand still placed on your thigh, you try your best to focus on the TV. You can’t. You feel Chris burning stare, as he’s not looking anywhere else but you.

“Now who’s staring.” You bump your shoulder into him, jolting him a bit.

“I can’t help it when my wife is so beautiful.” This man has been your husband for the past 5 years and just a simple sentence like that can still make you melt.

Slowly and gently he places a soft kiss just under your ear, sending a shiver through your whole body trying to stifle your moan. Feeling him smile against your neck you know you failed and he heard you, he was such a cocky son of a bitch sometimes. Pulling back, he reaches for your hand moving you to stand up, turn around and climb into his lap. Now you are straddling him, face to face. Within that movement, you hadn’t noticed Chris must have paused, or turned the tv off as the room was now silent. He seems to just take a moment, before reaching one hand up, brushing your stray hair behind your ear. You see his eyes darting between your eyes and lip as if asking permission. You don’t even notice yourself giving a little nod until his lips are pressed against yours. You melt into the kiss as sparks fly, likes it’s the first time you have ever kissed him. It’s not like the two of you haven’t been intimate since having a baby, you had but one way or another it was interrupted or sometimes even cut short because your daughter wanted one of you. That being said, every moment with him, somehow felt brand new.

Deepening the kiss your hand’s grab hold of his shirt and you involuntarily roll your hips against him making you both moan. You feel Chris’s hand move down your back, over your waist till his hands reach under your butt, giving a gentle squeeze before they rest there.

Pulling away from the kiss Chris whispered about moving things to the bedroom and you quickly agree. Suddenly, he’s standing, your arms are around his neck with your legs, tightly, wrapped gripping at his waist. Him supporting you with his arms wrapped under your butt, he swiftly and with complete ease moves toward your bedroom. You were always in awe of his strength, especially when he carries you like you weighed nothing.

Once you are in your bedroom Chris places you on the ground so you are now standing face to face. Reattaching his lips to yours, you feel his hand tugging at the hem of your shirt. He pulls it up and off completely, breaking from the kiss. You do the same to him, but before he has a chance to do anything else you reach for the button and zipper. Chris stands there watching you, letting you take off his pants. As soon as they are off, he swiftly kicks them out of the way. He grabs you, carefully, throwing you down on the bed as he starts taking off your jeans. You raise your hips off the bed to assist him as he shimmy’s them off down your legs taking your panties with them. Sitting up straight, reaching round you take off your bra, discarding it, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hand by your sides, grip hold of the bedsheet and don’t let go.” He ordered. The raspiness in his voice goes straight to your core. Knowing, kind of, how this is going to play out only excites you more. You loved when Chris took control so you happily do as you are told. Bunching up the sheet that lies beneath you in either hand determined not to disappoint.

Climbing on the bed Chris hovers over you, his body barely touching yours. You have to fight the urge to let go of the sheets and run your hands all over him. As though he can read your mind, he reminds you not to let go before leaning down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking hard, while tugging and pulling the other between his finger and thumb.

“C-Chris…” you barely manage to get out.

“Shh.” Was the only response you got from him as he releases both of your nipples, running his hands all over you while licking and sucking and any bit of flesh he can. Abruptly he sits up, you whine and the loss of contact, and the chill of cold air that rushed over you. Spreading your legs open wide, he pulls your knees up so your legs are bent. Your breath begins to get faster, in anticipation of what’s about to happen, unfortunately, Chris only torturous you more. Ghosting his fingers, barely touching, over your wet lips making sure to miss the area you actually need him to touch. You start to buck your hips, to bring friction to your most sensitive point, Chris stops his action and with his hand, he holds your hips in place.

“No, baby girl.” That nickname. Some days you think that nickname, mixed with the raspy deepness of Chris’s voice, could bring you to orgasm alone. You stop trying to move, knowing it’s useless to try.

Chris shuffles down, now lying on his front between your legs. His left forearm placed firmly over your hips, stopping you from moving. Chris goes back to ghosting his fingers over you. Just when you think you can take it anymore you feel him slide one finger inside of you. It drives you crazy just how well this man, your man knows your body so well. The pleasure makes your breath halt. Drawing his finger out of you completely, before reentering you feel him add another finger, filling you more. You’re so close and he’s barely even touched you at this point. Picking up the pace his fingers start moving in and out of you, hitting the right spot inside. The pleasure building up inside if you, you're on the edge anyway but Chris gently swipes his tongue over your clit making you come hard.

“Oh- Fuck… yes” you nearly scream.

“That’s it baby girl, come on my fingers.” Chris doesn’t stop his movements. Just as you come down from your high Chris, stilling moving in and out of you as a steady past latches his lips around your clit, moaning as he does, which vibrates through you. You start to beg to be able to let go of the sheet and touch him but he doesn’t reply. You don’t know whether because he knows you already know the answer or because he’s too determined to make you come again.

You come again. Without fail. Unable to say a word or move your hips you pull hard on the sheet, not caring if you ripped it or not, just focused on every lick and suck from Chris’s mouth. His fingers still inside you. This time as you regain your senses, Chris slows down eventually stopping. Pulling his fingers out of you he quickly puts them in his mouth cleaning you off of him with a moan.

“You okay?” All you can do is nod. Chris begins to crawl over you. Planting sloppy wet kisses over your stomach, his hand roughly massages your breast, squeezing them together as he brings his mouth up and over them kissing a licking every inch of your skin. Before moving on and kissing your neck. You briefly feel him, rock hard and brushing against your inner thigh. You forget yourself for a moment and let go of the sheet, placing your hands on him, rolling your hips to urge him towards you. Quickly Chris grabs your wrist and places it back on the bed where they were.

“Did I say you could let go?”

“N-no. I’m sorry I forgot.”

“Now we’re going to have to start again baby girl.” As he sits up and shuffles back down your body.

Gripping the sheet as hard as you can show him you have hold of it you try to protest and apologize, “Please no. I’m sorry Chris, please I want… no need you inside of me. Please.” The final ‘please’ was barely a whisper, knowing not to matter how much you begged he was going to want you to keep your hand where they were. Chris began kissing his way up your body again, starting just above your hips. This time he was going agonizingly slowly. He places soft kisses all over your stomach and breast, taking his sweet time. You knew he was doing it on purpose, driving you crazy by barely touching you was one of his favourite things to do.

Finally, he reaches your neck, the kisses becoming harder and rougher as he takes your mouth with his. Feeling him rub his cock against your slit makes you break the kiss moaning out loud.

“Are you going to continue being a good girl and not let go?”

You start nodding in response before he’s even finished his sentence, and he pushes inside of you. Once completely inside of you, he stilled. Placing his forearms on the bed either side of your head. Staring up at him. You're so close face to face but not touching, even with just the moonlight illuminating the room, you could see his face clear as day. You could see pleasure take over his face before he’s even started moving.

No matter how many times you’d have sex feeling him fully inside of you always took you to a new place of pleasure. He started moving with a slow rhythm, letting you get used to him before he pulled out completely and ram back hard and fast all the way to the base. Causing you to scream out loud. He starts fucking you, hard. Not fast enough to get you off, but hard enough to keep you on edge begging to come. A slew of moans and curses leave your mouth along with more begging. Only this time you are entirely sure what you are begging for, whether it’s for him to let you touch him or for him to make you come.

“Just a little longer baby girl, I want you to come with me.” He moans out not missing a beat with his thrusts. Now you’re gripping the sheet pulling at it resisting the need to touch him when you hear - “Touch me, I need you to touch me now.”

You’re more than happy to oblige. Releasing the sheet, throwing your arms around his neck, running your hand through his thick hair, nail scraping at his scalp as you pull him down to kiss him. Both of your tongues going crazy in each other’s mouths. His hips don’t stop thrusting into you, lifting your legs you wrap them around his lower waist eventually digging the heel of your feet into his butt cheeks, thrusting up to meet him, wanting him deeper.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

Your hands roaming all over each other. The room now filled with skin slapping against skin and the occasional moan or grunt from either of you. You don’t know how much longer you can last, you’re so close to the edge you can taste it. Yet again without fail Chris can read you like a book.

“You close, baby girl.” It wasn’t a question he knew. “You gonna come again for me? Going to come on my cock while I come deep inside you?” The words he’s whispering in your ear driving you even close to the edge you don’t know how you manage to form a response.

“Yes. God, yes. Chris, I’m gonna come, please.”

“Let go, baby girl, come on my cock, yes, that’s it.” Placing kisses all over your jawline and your mouth, his hips slow just enough to let you know you’re coming together. Riding out your orgasm, time seems to slow down, you see the pleasure in Chris’s face above yours, being in this moment with him, the love of your life, you feel like you could never love him more.

You don’t know how long it’s been Chris is still laying over you, moving the sweat damped hair off of your forehead, placing kisses over your cheeks, lips and closed eyelids.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asks.

“Mnfff..” is all you manage to get out. Laughing at your response, Chris jumps up walking into your bathroom, coming back with a cloth he helps clean you up before quickly discarding it. Climbing into bed next to you he pulls you closer to him before pulling the covers up over the pair of you.

“How do you have any energy left? I can even feel my legs,” finally you managed to get a full sentence out.

“Just an adrenaline rush from rocking your world.” He jokes placing a kiss in your hair. You nudge him on the chest laughing.

“You’re an ass.”

You snuggle back up to him getting comfortable, ready to enter the realm of slumber before saying, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Those and the last word you remember before falling asleep.

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#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #my writing

[the-night-writer1]

Shinymetal frist date maybe?

Crackship story y'all)

Shanyao found himself waiting at the park during the early evening for whomever had asked him out thanks to Mei and MK making him an account on a dating app. He sighed as he checked his phone. He debated if this was a trick before he felt the blow dart hit the back of his neck.

Fuck he'd been asked out by a demon.

"brother I think we've tied him too tight" Yin said to his brother as they looked Shanyao over. He was tied up in a comfortable chair as it didn't state in demon tradition if the date had to tied to a painful chair just tied up.

"I don't think we have brother" Jin said confidently they hadn't hadn't tied their date too tightly. This was not their first encounter with Shanyao but the twins wanted it to be somewhat pleasant.

They'd both stocked his social media presence for key details that weren't on his dating profile. Easy thing to do when someone is best friends with a streamer as popular as Mei is. Girl has her own merch!

So they were prepared accordingly! They made Shanyao's favorite noodle dish, which was Shrimp chow mein with extra shrimp along with a side of beef and broccoli, another one of Shanyao's favorites.

Their plan was get Shanyao to fall in love with them and- well that's how far they'd gotten in their planning. Fall in love with them and that's about it.

The three did share a lot of common interests. If anything it was a bonus.

"uh..." Shanyao mumbled as he came too and spotted the brothers. They were both dressed in complimentary colors. Oh gods they'd been the ones he was chatting with," is this a kidnapping as hostage or this a genuine demon date?"

"genuine date" the brothers said in unison as Shanyao struggled against the ropes. Jin walked over and undid the ropes. They had indeed tied them too tight.

"I apologize for the ropes my brother tied them too tie" Yin said as Jin stuck his tongue out playfully. Shanyao sighed with relief as he was able to free his arms and look at the meal.

"wow, you've been paying attention to my media posts haven't you?" Shanyao said as he saw his favorite food.

"yes we did! We wanted to make a good first date impression" Jin said cheerfully as he made his way to where he was going to sit.

Surprisingly it was a great date after that, the three ate and chit chatted. It was really nice.

#shinymetal #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #lmk shanyao #lmk yin #lmk jin

[the-fiction-witch]

Story P1

REAL LIFE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: ADORABLE AF

I sat in the comfy chair sipping my cup of tea as they set up the mics and such and such the magazine interviewer sat in her own chair and finished with her notes.

"We good?" she asks

"Yeah were good to go Lina" the sound engineer nodded

"Okay, hit me up" she smiled "sorry, are you good" she asks

"Yeah I'm good" I nodded putting my tea down "It's alright I'm use to it" I shrug

"Okay, two... one" the engineer nodded and I could tell the set up was all now on.

"Okay, today in the rambling corner we have an very special guest, Welcome to the corner Mr Thomas Brodie Sangster"

"Hello" I smiled "Pleasure to finally be here, we've been talking about this for like six months"

"I know, I am very happy to have you in my corner. shits been busy"

"It has, yeah"

"Frist things first as always on the rambling corner, the rules. You can swear, you can talk about whatever you want, you can tell a question to fuck off if you feel like it"

"Good. those are good rules" I laughed

"But I think we both know what is going to be discussed"

"Yes I do"

"Good, then lets get started. Now you are coming up to your one year wedding anniversary, My first question is. Do you still feel like a nnewly wed?"

"Uhhh... sort of, I think I'm getting use to it" I smiled fiddling with the ring on my finger a little "There are things I'm not use to yet. This is a primary one" I said showing my hand "I have never been someone to wear jewellery well.. I do, but not on my fingers and its something you strangely do have to get use to, it's a very physical weight you now carry around with you it's very much a constant reminder of her which I do like"

"Have you already lost it?"

"Yes. I lost my ring once. we had been married... ooohh about a month and I was working in our garden I was doing some weeding and general gardening and I took it off because I thought I'm not use to it yet, I really don't want to get it dirty, or damaged, or even worse loose it. and when I was done I had forgotten where I left it and Yeah I lost it for about half an hour"

"How was that? did y/n kill you?"

"No she didn't know. I didn't tell her I couldn't find it" I laughed "I don't think I have ever in my life felt... such intense panic, it was literally the heart racing panic when you pat your pocket and you don't feel your phone or you don't feel your keys but times a hundred"

"Obviously you found it?"

"Yes. It was on the windowsill. where I left it"

"Anything else your not use to? I imagine living together was a big adjustment" "Uhh yeah sort of. We hadn't live together before we got married which I know is a little... yeah my mate jack actually said I was nuts when I told him ohh me and y/n are engaged he sort of looked at me and went ' Thomas you haven't even like lived together yet how the fuck are you engaged', and I had never lived with a partner before, she had I hadn't. But luckily we had always spend to much time together it wasn't like odd for the other to be around." I explained "Her stuff was odd. that's something I think because I've never lived with a partner before and she moved in with me it was just sort of... ohh I need to move all my stuff and rearrange my house because it's not my house anymore it's our house"

"So do you still feel like a newlywed"

"No. I don't think I ever really did. Luckily we are very similar people and I think we have just... always been an old married couple, People have been saying that about us before we where even dating"

"Do you think the honeymoon phase is over? are you like in your sweats around each other and all that?"

"Uhh We are but we have kinda always been like that, I literally think sitting in her flat in our sweats watching lord of the rings was our second date"

"was it?"

"Yeah, extended editions as well, But no I don't think the honeymoon phase is over, I don't think we really had one, I mean the honeymoon was but we had a very long honeymoon."

"Where did you go on honeymoon?"

"we went down out of London, to the coast and then around the west side of the UK went up to Scotland explored all the islands up there then came back down the east side of the UK visited all her family, visited all mine, and then back home. and we did all of that on the motorbike stopping at little hotels, it was amazing but that took us several months to do"

"that sounds amazing"

"It was, it really was, so much ice cream though, every sea side town we stopped in we had to get an ice cream and it got to the point I kinda hated ice cream and I still don't love it as much. Ice cream is nice, twenty ice creams over the course of a week is... too much"

"If there is one thing you could change about your wedding day what would it me?"

"Oooh.... I have no idea. I wish I had seen her before the alter. which I know is bad luck, But I wish we had a little seeing each other first because I was extremely nervous and I think it would have calmed me down a little, plus I got dressed with my guys and then because we had to weight for the guests and such to sit and get sorted we both ended up sat in hotel rooms for an hour or hour and a half just like chatting shit and playing videogames because we where waiting around for everyone so It would have been nice to have chilled out together again it would have calmed me down a little"

"what's a wedding secret?"

"Uhhh a wedding secret? Okay this isn't a secret from y/n, y/n knows this obviously. but it is a secret from our wedding parties."

"Ohhh?"

"The secret is, that the day of the wedding as previously mentioned I was in no polite terms shitting myself. and we where about... an hour out from what we called open doors when they where going to start letting everyone into the venue, still a good couple of hours out from the actual wedding, and I was very very nervous. and for contest I'll add, Me and y/n hadn't seen each other in almost a month, she went to stay with her family and hung out with mine and then we went on our respective parties. she went to Napa in Cali they stayed in a villa on a vineyard with all her friends. which as well was a way better party then mine. I just stayed in London with my mates," I laughed "But we hadn't seen each other in almost a month, we hadn't really spoke because obviously all my friends where like 'oohh no Thomas put your phone away your not chatting with y/n that's the whole point of us partying, because your two aren't married yet' and her friends obviously didn't really want her to talk to me very much for the same reason 'Ohh you have forever to talk to Thomas, you guys can talk forever after this, this is your last big party being unmarried' so we hasn't really spoke either and I got very very jitteray about this time, and I did.. a bad thing"

"Ohh? what did you do?"

"I said. to my party. Look guys I need like five minuets you have fun with your game and stuff I just need like five minuets on my own" I explained "and I went and locked myself in the smaller of the two bathrooms in our hotel suite, and I rang y/n."

"You what? on your wedding day?"

"Yeah, I rang her, and she luckily wasn't in her dress yet so she also went and locked herself in the bathroom and we just kinda cried at each other. I basically did a smaller more teary version of my vows over the phone in a hotel bathroom to her, I don't know what anyone who might have heard us thought. I think if someone heard us they would have thought we were breaking up or something. but that's a secret know one knows we did that"

"what is the best image from the wedding in your opinion?"

"Ohh thats easy, we had such amazing photographer and videographer. yeah we have a full wedding video off all the parties, all the prep, the ceremony, and the reception, it's really long I think I've only sat though it once all the way though, but the best is this perfectly timed picture that I think Maggie got? or make luke I don't remember who got it. but they stood at the doors so the bottom end of the isle and they managed to get this huge wide shot of everyone in there seats, the groomsmen and bridesmaids all looking perfect there not even like a blink on anyone and our wedding parties each had six people, and its right at the exactly you may kiss the bride it looks like a photo from a set, like from a film. It looks staged because it looks so good it but just was so perfect and it's very proudly on the wall in our house, above or dinning table."

"any others?"

"Uhh there's one that's on the video that we stopped and like basically screen shoted from the video of y/n, behind the isle doors so not in yet, of her dad helping her fix her dress so she wouldn't walk on it, holding her hand ready to walk in and her mum like fixing her vail a little and I think it's such a beautiful picture and she really like it as well, I don't have one like that. I think the only picture of my dad at my wedding without it being burry or just like the side of his head, is either our actual posed pictures or one at the recipient of him doing his toast with a bottle of jack Daniels in his hand"

"Did you like her dress?"

"I love her dress. it was so beautiful. and it still baffles me that she made it"

"did she?"

"Yeah she went around lots of stores and just couldn't find what she wanted at all, she said no dress she could find matches what she dreamed off and what she had in her head so she literally just went bout got lots of fabric and she made her wedding dress" I explained "which was amazing because it means truly there is no dress in the world the same as hers and it fit her perfectly, and more then anything she was happy, she didn't have to settle for a dress."

"How much did it cost?"

"I think she said, taking out like her time to make it. I think she said it cost her maybe like one hundred maybe one fifty for everything, the fabric, the cotton, the lace, and everything else. that's all it cost her. Yeah it is more then that if you could the man hours it took for her to sit and sew it but she took it before we got married to her friend who worked at a wedding dress shop and they valued the dress for something like sixty to seventy thousand pounds that's what they would sell it for at a minimum. so I think she did good"

"that's impressive"

"she tailored my jacket as well, she like measured me up and made sure it fit right, that was just before she went to Cali, I think literally the night before she flew to Cali for her party, she was sewing my jacket making sure it fit me right."

"What wold you have done if she hasn't?"

"I would have had a suit jacket that was slightly too big. which would have been a bit awkward because it was way too long in the arms for me, it fit... okay in the body it wasn't massive It did need tinkering with but doesn't everything. but the sleeves like my hands where were the forearms where meant to be I had like a full twenty centimes between my hand and the end of the sleeve"

"What was your party like?"

"we just went out and got beer, got a take away, watching break bad, went on a motorbike ride. it was very boring compared to y/ns party in a vinery. Kinda' wish I'd gone with her"

"How did you and y/n start dating?"

"Aw this is a fun story."

[ally-writes-many-things]

Carmen Ann (Jay Halsted)

Summary: Your water breaks while on a babymoon.

Words: 1096

Requested: yes

Prompts:

Warnings or A/N:

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

You looked at your husband and smiled. You loved his protectiveness but it was starting to annoying. "She's not coming for another few weeks. I'll be fine. She'll be fine,"

You were eight months pregnant, you and your husband wanted to go on a baby moon for like a week before your daughter came. "And besides its not like we are going somewhere exotic. We are litterally just going to my cabin,"

This cabin belonged to your grandparents but when they died, they left the cabin to you. Fully paid off.

"That is thrity minutes out of town. forty-five away from the hospital,"

"Jay, stop worrying. She won't come. Now finishing packing, you worry-wort,"

You tried to walk away to finish packing but Jay grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "I just don't want you to go into early labor,"

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Even if I do go into labor. She'll be fine. I promise. The doctors have said that if I give birth at anytime, she wont be premature,"

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Will and Jay were grilling while you were sunbathing. Yes, you let Will come becuase him and Natalie just broke things off and you know he needed some time away. So you decided to let him come. You walked up to them and kissed Jay. "How long?"

"About ten minutes,"

You nodded and walked into the cabin and started getting the paper plates out and other stuff ready for it. You hummed to yourself, smiling, thinking about all the barbqeues that Jay and you were going to have with your daughter as well as Will and when she get older her friends. You were going to give this little girl everything that you didn't experince when you were little. Your parents werent the worst parents out there but they weren't the best either. You were taken care of but they constantly belittled you, never took you out to the movies or celebrated your birthdays, or even bbq'd. You never truly knew what love was until you met Jay four years ago.

      You dated for about 3 years before he proposed. You had only been married about a month before you found out you were pregnant. You were scared about what Jay would say but he was over the moon. Your parents hated that you were getting married to a cop but you would think that getting pregnant and them having a grandchild, would finally make them happy...well you guess wrong. They weren't.

You heard your phone go off in your purse that was sitting on the kitchen counter. You walked over to your purse and got your phone out. You saw that it was your mom calling. You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, Mother?"

"Just calling to check up on you and see if you're still alive,"

You rolled your eyes. Your mother thought that you were going to get killed or kidnapped cause what Jay does for a living. She doesn't seem to understand that Jay is apart of the best unit in Chicago and you weren't worried. "I'm fine. Jay wouldn't let that happen,"

"You know I still can't believe you got married to him,"

You didn't answer, she didn't even notice as she countined to talk. "It's not to late to get a divorce,"

"We are married and I'm pregnant with his child. I'm not going to get a divorced just because YOU don't approve. Deal with it and if you can't. Don't come to the hospital when OUR daughter is born and also don't talk to me again,"

You hung up the phone and turned it off. You turned and saw Jay and Will just now walking into the kitchen. Jay looked at you, face full of concern. "Everything okay? You looked flustered,"

"Just the mother of mine,"

Before Jay could even answer, Will answered. "I don't like that woman,"

He quickly added no offense when he looked at me.

Jay looked at his brother. "There no offense taken. She doesn't like her mother either. Neither do I,"

---

You walked out of the bedroom and cawled into bed. You snuggled up next to Jay as he was talking on the phone to what sounded his partner. "Send me what you got and I will see if I can notice anything,"

"Yeah, probably,"

"Alright, I'll talk to you if I find anything,"

You hit him in the arm when he got off the phone. "This is suppose to be a work-free vacation, Halstead,"

"Well, Halstead, they needed a fresh pair of eyes. They are out of leads and its going cold. After I look at this case, I will turn off my phone and just be here with you and Will okay?"

You looked at me for a few minutes before hitting me again playfully. "Okay,"

Jay chuckles as he rubs the spot I hit him in twice.

-

A few hours after you went to sleep, you woke up in the most pain you ever had. You ripped the covers off you and you saw that you were laying in a huge wet spot. If it hadn't been for the intense contractions, you would've thought you pee'd yourself. "Jay,"

He didn't budge. You reached over to him and pushed him off the bed. He sits up and looked at you and before he could say anything, he noticed that you were sitting in the wet spot. "Water break?"

You nodded. "I think so,"

An intense contraction hit after you said that. "Yeah, no. There's no thinking. I'm in labor,"

Jay nodded. "WILL!"

Jay jogged over to your side and helped you off the bed and by the time, you got to the door, Will was in the frame. "What's going on?"

"She's in labor. Grab my truck keys and open the backseat door open,"

You and Jay were in the backseat while WIll was driving. You were fifteen minutes away from the hospital but you felt the baby crowning. "Jay, the baby is crowning, you're going to have to deliver it,"

Jay tells Will to pull over and he starts telling you to push and with in minutes, you hear your daughter's frist cry.

---

"Halstead, now you're on of those cops that can say that delivers a baby and your baby for that matter,"

You smiled at Natalie and looked over at your husband with your little girl in his arms. "She's a beautiful and healthy. What did you name her?"

"Carmen Ann Halstead,"

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x imagine #one chicago

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Jujitsu Kaisen Home Sweet Home Fanfic Rewritten Part 1

Gojo SatoruxWifeOC

I saw there was some mistakes in frist when I frist posted this,a nod I went back and edited and wanted to add somethings and kind of wanted to take my time with it so here’s the improved version. So hope you all enjoy.

It was sunny day afternoon the busy sheets Tokyo were busy as people were walking by minding their own business as, they were heading to work, getting of school or meeting with friends. The sounds of the city felt welcoming to a place that she had grown to love and called home. Rose was sitting in the passenger’s seat looking at the window, watching as the busy people were walking by.

Her expression was sleepy, but relaxed. After overseas in the US, were she was born and raised dealing personal business of her and along with the missions that send to take of.

It was always rough and dangerous life to be a Sorcerer, no matter where you live or where you came from, what you’re background was living the life of exercising cruses is a very dangerous path too walk.

Rose McFarland, a young woman in her late 20’s , with light brown hair, fair sink with dark green eyes was looking out the car window, wearing a ripped jeans, a black tank top with red and black flannel that was over, and white black boots.

“It’s good have you back, Rose.” Said Ijichi, who was sitting in the driver’s. The car was at the stop light, and they were waiting for the rest of the people cross the road.

Rose smiles. “Good to be home.”

The light turns green, and the two slowly began drive down the busy roads. “Hey, Ijichi, you really didn’t have pick me up, I could have a cab to the train station and come home that way.”

“I know, but I was passing by the airport anyway.” He said, smiling. “I really don’t mind at all.”

“Well, I’m giving you money for gas. You’re gonna take it.” Said Rose.

Ijichi laughs and smiles. “Alright, I won’t fight with you on that.”

The two drove on silence, as they making their way on the outskirts of Tokyo, and Rose lets small yawn, and began talking. “How is everyone doing whole I was away?”

Ijichi’s body tensed up and pause for a few moments when he spoke:

“… P-Pretty good, a lot crazy things has happen you were away.”

“Pff! With the job that do everyday. When isn’t it crazy?” Rose amused.

“Heh, you’re right, b-but we have two students that join school.” Ijichi began. “One of them, a young man, he’s … Well, unique.”

Rose looks at him, confused. “Unique?”

“Yeah,”

There a silence before. Then Rose asked: “… Oooookay. U-Um, i-is that good thing or bad thing?”

Ijichi shifted in the driver’s seat uncomfortable.“… Well, Gojo is, um, teaching him.”

Rose just give him gives a blank stare, and just groans. “Oh, … god.” And places a hand over face.

“Yeah,” said Ijichi, with a sigh. “It’s a ticking time bomb thing that can go either way,.”

“Alright! Still that doesn’t really answer my questions, or make me less anxious.” Said Rose. “What’s so ‘unique’ about this kid anyway?”

“I… can’t really tell you.”

“… W-Why not?”

Ijichi just frowns and said: “Gojo says not tell you anything. He wants it be a surprise.”

Rose just looks, and just rolls eyes, but smiles. “Yeah, sounds like my husband. Look, man, just tell what this ‘surprise’ is?”

“No.” Said Ijichi said.

“Why not?”

“Because ,well, one it’s really hard to explain, we don’t understand reasoning for everything and two Gojo said he’ll spend the rest of year annoying the hell out of me if I tell you anything! So I’m keeping my mouth shut!” The man sounding he was about to cry.

“Okay, okay. I will not ask.” Said Rose. “I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I am dropping it.”

“O-Okay.” Ijichi sniffing. “Please don’t tell anyone I… I cried.”

“I won’t.” Rose reached and patted his back.

And the two kept on driving.

Meanwhile at the school Satoru was sitting in a classroom, on a chair, with annoyed bored expression, while Yuji and Nobara were in few desk away, playing gold fish, and Megumi on his on his phone listening to some music.

“…Where could she be?” Satoru groan.

“Didn’t she lyou an hour ago say she was on her way?” Said Megumi.

“Yeah, but what’s taking so long? I miss my RoseBud. I should have gone and picked up myself.” Whining Satoru.

Nobara puts one makes a weird face at her teacher: “I still can’t believe that you’re married.”

Satoru looks over her: “Why do you say that, Kugisaki-San?”

Nobara just looks at him. “Well,  no offense, sensei, you just don’t seem like that kinda of guy who would be married another adult. A mature adult.”

Satoru said nothing and give her frown and said:. “I am so mature. … When I feel like I need to…”

Yuji snickers, and Nobara giver her teacher annoyed look, and goes back to playing good fish, Megumi just rolls his eyes.

As the after was going on Ijichi small pulled into into the parking lot, and put the car into stop, and turns the engine of, Rose opens the car door, and slowly get out. She looks at the school a calm smile spend cross her face.

She looked at the large build of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Techniques College. She was finally back home.

As She closes the door behind her, with a dark green back in hand, throw over her right shoulder, and pulls out her phone from her front Parker from her flannel shirt, and pulls out her phone, and began calling someone.

Meanwhile back at the classroom, Satoru’s phone started to ringing, and he sits up, reaching for it. He answers. “Hello?” “Hey, baby.” said Rose’s voice on the other line. “How are you?”

As soon as heard voice his heartbeat skips.“Hey, Rosie.” He says, and stands. “What’s up? Wait, please tell me your flight was delayed again.”

“No, actually I’m in the back lot with Kiyotaka. We just pulled got a second ago. Just letting you I’m back, and I have meeting to go.”

“Really~!” Satoru’s face lights up. “Oh, sweet~ I’ll meet you in a few moments. … It’s cool, they won’t mind if you’re a bit late. … Great. There be soon.”

As he was talking his class was watching him.

“Sounds like his wife is back.” Said Yuji, smiles on his face.

Satoru hangs up his phone, and looks at his with excited smile on his face. “You wait right there. I’ll be right back.” And was gone.

Meanwhile back in the parking lot Rose was saying: “Well, Actually I have to meet with Yaga in few minutes—… No, really I have a meeting a few moments.” Rose groans. “Look, Satoru, I am ready late as it is an—.”

“Great, be there soon.” Said Satour on the other.

“No, I have to—.” Then he hung on her. Rose just stood there, and just sighs and pulls her phone away, and Ijichi was waving at her. “McFarland, we should get move on!”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.” Rose turns on her heels and sees Satoru’s face a inch away from her’s and was grinning.

“Hello there, Rosebub~!.

Rose let high pitch yell, and jumps back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!?”

This made Ijichi jump as well, and spins to see Satoru standing in front of Rose laughing.

Rose was looking at him,then gives him a dirty look. “Oh, you jerk! Why… Why did you always have do that!?”

“Hahaha. Sorry. I could not resist.” Said Satoru, giving a cheeky grin. “Hehehe. Never gets old.”

“Well, you know that I absolutely hate it when you teleport randomly like that! I haven’t been back in like for minutes and you’re ready driving me crazy.”

Satour was laughing at Rose while Iijchi stood there feeling a little awkward watching the two.

Satour takes a few close to Rose, asking her. “Soooo, Didcha miss me~?”

Rose glares at him, and says: “… I miss the pease and quiet. Not the mention of some sanity being away for you for a while.”

Satoru pouts: “How mean! You totally missed me. Don’t lie, HoneyBunny. You. Missed. Me.~”

“Hold on a second.” She walks over pass him, and up to Ijichi, who stood there  awkwardly as Rose pulls out some cashes. “Thanks picking me, Ijichi. And… Tell Yaga I’ll be a fews minutes late.” She jerks her thump at Satoru who was beaming with glee.

“… Er… Sure. Thank you.” He takes the money from her, and bows and walks up the stares, thinking to himself.

“I will never ever understand what she see him….”

Rose was about walk up the stair with too, when Satoru stood in front her, still grinning.

“Soooooooo~.” Said Satoru, in a sweet tone, and looks at Rose. “I’m gonna ask you again, didcha miss me~?

“Hmm. I don’t know, maybe I did maybe not.” Said Rose.

He then leans close to her, and said: “Awww, C’mon. You missed your hubby~. Don’t lie. You missed me, and you know it.”

Rose smiles sweetly at him, walks up him, and kissed him.

Her lips felt so good, warm, sweet and soft like how he remembered, and Satoru smiles and just pulls closer, deepening the kiss, running his fingers throw her hair. The two pulled away, and Rose said:

“I missed you like hell.”

Satoru smile softly and kisses her few more times before wrapping his arm around the two head the stares together, and began talking. “So how was mission, Rose?”

“It was insane. I didn’t intend be away for 3 months. I have been working with my old teacher Benjamin. He sends you his loves and well wishes.”

“Aww, I miss him.” Said Satoru. “I did here ran run into  Sebastian I few weeks, he and Yaga-San had take care some personal business.”

“… Oh, god.” Said Rose. “That must have tense meeting.”

The reached the courtyard, and as the two kept talking. Rose telling him all the thing she did and seen, when not hunting or excising cruse. Wert to few art museums, and saw cool sights, Satoru was listening, a relax smile on face. His arm around Rose’s waste pulling her closer.

He missed her.

“Oh, I saw the Darkness Raise 2. My god, such good one. Even better than the first one.” Said Rose.

Satoru stops dead, and looks at her “Wait, you saw Darkness 2 without me!?!” he sounding rather upset.

She stop and looks and looks at him. “What?”

“What do you mean what!? You promise me we would see Darkness 2 together when it comes to Japan! But now can’t!” Said Satoru.

“Well, we can still see it when it dose.” Rose.

“But it won’t be the same, babe! Why did you have to see Darkness Raise 2 with me? Your Husband. I remember you said we were going to see it together when got back..” Satour cross his arms, and huffs. “Unbelievable!”

Rose chuckles. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I can see movies without you, Satoru. It’s not a crime.”

“... Hump. It is in my book.”

“Oh, relax. It’s just one movie. You’re being a big baby.” Said Rose. “Look, if helps I will not spoil it for you.”

“You better not, and I will see by myself when comes out in Japan. So Ha!.” Said Satoru.

Rose  shrugs. “… Okey-dokey.”

“… … … Okay, fine I want see with you.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Rose looks at him, and smiles: “My treat?”

Satoru thinks and looks at her: “… Hmm. Okay…

And you take me to my favorite cafe.”

“Deal.”

“Yes~!”

Rose laughs, and hugs him. He kisses the top of her head and they keep walking, the reached the The Courtyard.

The two kept on chatting about something were going and Rose remember that two new students had join the school. 

“So, Ijichi told me that we have two students that join our lovely school? And one the his … um, different? And a surprise?”

“Yep~.” Said Satoru with a grin on his face.

Rose looks over at him, and saw the smile on his face. It was the smile she knew to we, he was very excited about something, and that very alarming to Rose but was very made her curious as well.

“Okay… So what is the deal with kid? He’s …  ‘unique’?

“Yeah, he’s one of kind student.”

“Okay.”

The two kept on walking the building and Rose was looking at the Satour, then side to side. Hope he would say more.

“Um… Are you going to… tell me?”

“Sure, but that will spoil the surprise. And it’s just will be a lot funnier if you just saw yourself.”

Rose just looks at and thinks “Oh, dear god what did you do?”

“What nothin’.”

“Yeah, okay, buddy. Just tell me what you did.”

“Nothing. I swear.”

“Just tell me who you pissed off or what mess you got yourself into, I will not be mad or upset?”

Satoru pauses, and looks up that sky for a few moments and asked: “Rose, do you trust me?”

She give him a puzzled expression. “Always. Why?”

He smiles at the answer and looks at her, holding out his right hand to her. Rose smiles back and reaches out squeezing gently but tight and two began walking making their way into the courtyard, and down some small hallways, walk pass a few doors, Satoru smiles at Rose for sledding the doors opens and walked into small class room.

Rose looks and sees Megumi sitting in the desk, with rather bored expression, but looks up too who opened the door.

“Oh, hi, Rose, welcome back.”He said pulling down his headphones.

“Good to be home.”

Yuji and Nobara looked and watched as random woman came into the classroom, and over to Megumi.

“So… that’s really Gojo’s wife?” asked Nobara.

“I-I think so. She dose look like some lady same lady from the wedding photos that sensei showed us before…” said Yuji.

The two watched as Rose was speaking with Megumi.

Rose asked: “So how was your mission? You didn’t really update me on what happen.

Megumi just rubs the back his and sighs. “A lot crazy things have happen when you away. Let’s just say that.”

“Yeah, that’s what I keep hearing.” She looks over by the window where spots two teenagers. A young man and lady.

The boy was sitting in was on backwards, he has black and pinkish hair, and his eyes were light brown color, and the girl hair reddish orange hair and were brown orange like color. The two were looking at Rose curiosity.

“Oh, I didn’t see you to there.” Rose walks ups to and smiles at them. “You two are the new students who just started here, yeah?”

“Yeah, we are.” Said the young man, who was on chair backward. “And who are you?

Before Rose could could speak, Satoru places an arm around Rose’s wast, and says proudly. “Yuji, Nobara, I would love intrude to my beautiful wife, Rose McFarland, expert in curses objects and history. Aka: Miss. Gojo.”

The two blinked, and the young man, Yuji smiles politely and raise his hand. “Hey, I’m Itadori Yuji. Nice to finally meet you, Miss. Gojo”

The young girl didn’t say anything just there quickly with disbelief expression on her face, Yuji gently elbows her. She snapped out her stupor, and says:

“I am Kugisaki Nobara. It’s lovely to meet you, Miss. Gojo. Sensei has spoken highly of you.” She bows and was thinking. “He’s married to THE Rose McFarland?! No, way, I can’t believe that idiot is actually married to Rose McFarland. WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you both. And please, call me Rose or Rosie.” She began asking about how they liked the school and asked they were enjoying it so far.

Both Yuji and Nobara answered, and Megumi stood up and walks over to Satoru. “She seems to be taken with both of them.”

“Yep. I knew the 3 of them would get along perfectly.” Said Satoru, smiling.

“… I’m kind of surprise Rose’s talking to Itadori with issues.”

“Sure.”

Megumi slowly looks at him, and asked: “… Please me you told her about the the whole Sukuna thing… Right?”

Satoru didn’t say anything just claps his hands together. “Okay, everyone~!”

Megumi just groans, and says under his breath: “Of course he didn’t tell her…”

“Okay, everyone, can I have your attention, please?” Said Satoru, clapping his hands together, and Yuji, Nobara and Rose look at him. “Why do we all get some fresh air?”

“I wish I could you all but you 4 go on without me. I have some work that I really need to get a jump on before the end end day.” Said Rose, turns back to Yuji and Nobara. “Sorry cut things short, but was lovely meeting the both of you.”

Both Yuji and Nobara smiles at her. Rose was about turned to walk out the door when Satoru stood in front her.

“Wait, you can’t go yet, Rose. There’s something I need to show you.”

“I can’t stay any longer, honey. I have meet with Yaga and Dr. Shoko right away.”

“Oh, c’mon! Do you have too?” Said Satoru.

Rose just gives him an annoyed look, a places her havre her face.

“Look, Satoru, I have to meet with Yaga right now, then do stupid amount of paperwork, and go a shit tone of data with Shoko. I really don’t energy for this right now. I’m exhausted and kinda kinda grumpy. My flight was delayed 2 times, and I sat on a noisy plane for nearly 13 hours, I only got 5 hours of sleep. So, whatever it is that’s making you go balls to walls can wait. If you all excuse me, I have to go.”

She walks pass Satoru and opens the door, and there he stood in the doorway. He was giving a sad face puppy dog face.

“… No. Don’t you dare do that.” Said Rose, point at him

“C’mon, sweetness, it won’t take to long. PLeeeeaaaase~!” Satoru looks at her frowns at her, he even left his black blindfold up giving her the puppy dog eyes.

“No. Don’t.”

“Pretty please, Rosebud-Chan?”

“Really?! You doing this! Right in front your damn class!?”

Satoru was still giving her the sad puppy eyes. “Please, honeybunny? I have been waiting for meet my students for days. C’mooooooooooon~.” He said in a whiny voice. “Pleeeease~?”

Rose just stood thee looking at him, giving her sad face, and three students looking on in an uncomfortably silence.

‘Oh, for the love of… Fine! Show me what the hell.. you’re excited about!”She grumbled.

“Hehehe~ Sweet. Let’s go.” Said Satoru, turning on his heel and walking out the classroom. Leaving Rose standing there embarrassed, and looks at the students.

“I am sorry you had to witness that.”

Yuji stood there, and asked to Megumi: “Please tell that’s not a normal thing that happens…”

Megumi grimes and just says: “Yeah, it’s pretty much normal…”

And with that Yuji, Megumi and Nobara stood up their seats and fellow they along with Rose walk after Satoru

#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #kugisaki nobara #jujutsu kasien oc #female oc #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

[mrsalwayswritex]

Your Prize

A/N: Ok so this was actually the frist Ben Hardy thing I had written, I had shared a prompt list with a friend and she chose these!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a little angsty, some mentions of past abuse (but no detail), out baby ben being the literal best as always, Smoking (looks good, but no good for you)

Word count: 2500

Prompt: okay, i would like "hey hey it's just me" "oh don't cry i hate it when you cry" and "don't push me away" with ben boi (46&42 h/c and 26 a)

Written for the best hype man in the world @borninslumber​

Ten months ago

Your friends had finally talked you into going out with them, after you had been too busy for weeks with your new job, successfully guilt tripping you into it. 

“Come on, y/n! Just one night! It'll be fun to have the group back together!” Your best friend shouted at you over the phone so loud that you had to yank the device away from your head. 

“I already said I would go!” You laughed at her and she let out another howl of happy laughter before announcing to the rest of the room that you had agreed to go, followed by even more laughter and shouts of happiness. 

“Seven oclock! Don't be late!” She spoke softer now but you could tell it was for your benefit. “Wear something cute, were gonna get you a date tonight!” Before you could protest she ended the call with a loud laugh.

It had been just under a year since you had broken up with your last boyfriend who you had been with for years. It was tiring having friends who were single and happy about it when you were still crushed. Glancing at the clock and realizing it was already 4:30, you huffed to yourself as you shuffled towards your bathroom for a shower.

-

After showering and brushing your teeth you wrapped the towel around you and padded into your bedroom, pressing play on your phone and smiling as your favorite song came on. ‘I have no idea what something cute means.’ you thought to yourself as you flipped through hangers in your closet. Shrugging slightly, you found a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a plain black long sleeve shirt with the shoulders cut out. 

Standing in front of the mirror and inspecting the outfit, you chose a simple pair of grey converse to go with it and you left your hair falling in waves down your back. Stealing another glance at the clock you saw it was just after six when your phone rang. Seeing your best friends face pop up you rolled your eyes as you answered it.

“I still have time!” You said as soon as you heard the commotion on the other end.

“Not anymore you don't! The cutest guy just came in and he’s with a group of just guys so you had better get down here before he’s snagged away!” she chirped happily. “Your uber should be there in just a few minutes!” and then the line went dead.

“Wait, what?” You asked to a dead silence. Your phone buzzing alerting you to a text message with a picture of the uber order confirmation. Glancing outside you saw the car parked outside of your building. Sighing heavily you grabbed your small backpack and ran down the stairs to the waiting car.

-

After a short ride you got to the bar that your friends were at and walked through the front door and looking around for the group.

“Y/N!” You heard a chorus of your name being shouted from the corner, girls standing up and waving excitedly towards you. You smile and wave back at them, blushing slightly at the attention from the other bar patrons, shuffling over to them quickly.

“You guys are ridiculous you know that?” You smiled at your friends and they all whooped louder as you sat down. Your best friend since middle school scooted over towards you and pointed to a group of guys at a hightop table near the bar.

“That one.” She said simply, hooking her arm in yours and dragging you to the bar despite your protests.

“Two shots of Jack, then two more!” Your friend winked at the bartender, earning a laugh from him.

“So you want four shots of Jack.” He smiled back at her and she honest-to-goodness giggled and you rolled your eyes. “Ask and you shall receive.” He gave her a wink back and grabbed the glasses. 

“Can I also get a bud light please?” You said to the man behind the bar, who seemed to not even hear you. “Excuse me?” You spoke again, but he seemed to only have eyes for your friend. “Unbelievable.” You threw your hands up and turned your back to the bar.

“Four shots.” The bartender smiled at your friend and she touched his arm lightly before hitting you in the shoulder and pointing to the shots. You gave her a smile as you both picked up a shot and linked your arms together easily, and downed the burning liquid, tapping the empty glasses on the bar twice and erupting in a fit of laughter.

“Could I get that bud light now?” You looked back towards the bartender to find him ignoring you again. “Hello!” You raised your voice slightly but still no response. Getting tapped again by your friend you picked up the second shot and downed in the same way, and then she walked back over to the table to grab her beer. You stayed and tried the bartender again. “You are soooo not getting a tip!” You sang at the man and pulled out the stool to sit down.

“Hey buddy!” A voice shouted from beside you, making you jump a little, laughing at your nerves. When the bartender looked down the bar you waved your hands in disbelief. “I think this lovely lady here is in need of a beer.” The man said looking at you with a smile that you swear could stop your heart if you held his gaze. “Bud Light was it?” He winked at you and the bartender sheepishly set the bottle in front of you, and you snatched it with an angry look at him.

“Thanks.” You smiled at your savior, and he sat down beside you.

“Always prepared for a ‘damsel-in-distress’ situation.” He gave you a smile, taking a sip from his own drink. “I'm Ben.”

“Y/n” you raised your beer to him and he tapped his bottle with yours with a nod.

“y/n” He said back to you, and your name coming out of his mouth sounded like pure honey and sunshine and gave you a smile so big you swore you could see his wisdom teeth.

When he smiled at you, you melted into the chair a little further and let a small laugh escape your lips. You chanced a look at your friend and she was nodding her head furiously and giving you a thumbs up, eyes flicking to the table she had pointed out earlier. ‘This is the guys she had me come down here for’ you thought to yourself with a smile, she always had an eye for the good ones.

You sat with him for almost an hour, mindlessly chatting and laughing together when you heard the bar door open and a group of guys cheered from the other side of the bar, drawing your attention. Taking a sip of your beer you turned to see who the commotion was all about and you stared, bottle slipping from your fingers and shattering on the floor. You turned your quickly so your back was facing the man and your breathing started coming out in short puffs.

“Y/n,” Ben started reaching his hand out to touch you, but you flinched away quickly, eyes shooting towards the ground before you squeezed them closed. “Hey,” He whispered, “Hey, it's just me. It's Ben.” His voice held so much concern that you looked up at him with watery eyes. “What just happened?” His deep green eyes searched your face for any indication of the sudden change.

“Need to- Need to leave.” You choked out, voice sounding raw in your ears. Ben looked at you sadly and nodded his head, rubbing his hand through his short blond hair.

“Yeah, okay, uh well it was nice meeting you.” He touched your arm again and this time you didn't flinch away.

“Please, don't leave.” You whispered, grabbing his wrist. 

That seemed to change Ben’s whole demeanor as he nodded his head quickly and gripped both of your shoulders in his hands. “Tell me what to do.” He seemed sincere and you tried to give him a smile but you were sure you looked like a maniac, tears in your eyes and trying to smile. “Let me help.”

“Back.” You didn't trust yourself not to make a scene so you gave short answers and pointed towards the back door. “Smoke.” Ben nodded again and grabbed his beer and then wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you stand and leading you out of the back door, you looked behind you and you saw him clearer this time. Your ex boyfriend, Matt. Shutting your eyes quickly as Ben’s hand slid down your back, leading you out.

Once outside, Ben pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out two, handing you one wordlessly and you accepted it, handing him your lighter with a small smile.

“You probably want an explanation.” You chuckled dryly, taking a long drag before blowing it out and pacing in the small alleyway.

“Not if you don't want to give one.” Ben gave you a small smile, leaning against the building and crossing his legs at the ankle. You had your back to him but turned and smiled back as the back door opened.

“Y/n.” Came a rough voice, and you stopped walking and started shaking. “Y/n. Look at me.” 

“No.” Your voice was shaking heavily and Ben looked back and forth between you, standing up and walking over towards you. “You aren’t allowed to be this close.”

“I didn't know you would be here, plausible deniability.” Matt shrugged his shoulders with a dark smile on his face. “I didn't know you’d be out here to smoke either.”

“Y/n?” Ben asked lightly, reaching out for you but you flinched away with a sob.

“Don't bother buddy, Cut your losses while you still can, this one isn't worth a steaming pile of dog crap.” Matt chuckled, taking a step towards you but Ben stepped in between you.

“Hey, don't talk about her like that!” Ben raised his voice but you spun around, pulling Ben’s sleeve as you stepped back. “No, y/n, he can't speak to you like that.” He tried to step forward but you knew what was going to happen, and you knew how to stop it.

“He’s right, Ben.” You spoke so softly and looked to the ground, but you knew what was happening without having to look.

“See? She knows.” Matt smiled at you but it was anything but a pleasant smile, and it churned Ben’s stomach to watch. Matt flicked his cigarette filter onto the ground and walked back inside with a wink to Ben.

As soon as the door clicked closed, a sob ripped from your throat and you collapsed to the ground, tears flowing freely. Ben crouched down and rubbed a hand soothingly over your back and you leaned into him and cried.

You sat in the alley, Ben sitting behind you so you could lean on his chest and you both chain smoked through his pack and started on yours while you told him the story of you and Matt and how abusive he was to you, until you put a restraining order on him. Today was your first time seeing him in over 9 months. Ben listened to you and rubbed his hands up and down your arms when you got too choked up and scoffed in all of the appropriate places in your story.

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Present time

Ben woke to you mumbling in your sleep, thrashing around the bed you two had been sharing for the last few weeks. After a whimper left your lips he touched your arm and you let out an ear-piercing scream as you sat straight up in bed, pulling your arm away like you had been burned. When you turned and saw Ben’s worried face, tears threatened to spill over, but Ben was quick to wrap you in his arms and shush you softly, rocking you gently.

“Hush now, love.” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your arms again. “Oh don't cry,” He rocked you some more as you sniffled a little. “I hate it when you cry.” Ben reached back and grabbed his pack of smokes and handed it to you gently. “Was it the same dream? Him again?” 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you just wiggled out of Ben’s grasp and pulled the blanket around your shoulders, lighting a cigarette and handing the pack back to Ben. Ben sighed and took one out too, before leaning back against the headboard, putting the ashtray between you. “Talk to me, y/n.” 

“I'm sorry.” You whispered softly, a single tear slipping free. Trying to wipe it away before Ben could see it, turning your head away from him, but he caught your chin gently and turned it back to him. “I'm sorry i'm broken.” Lower lip trembling and more tears sliding down your face. “You deserve someone who isn't broken.”

“Hey, don't push me away,” He rubbed his thumb over your chin softly, using his other hand to wipe your face. “You are not broken, and you are so much more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. Y/n, I love you so much, and even if you were broken, I would love all of the little pieces.” He gave you a smile, and despite yourself you smiled back at him. “There’s my girl.” He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss and you sighed happily.

“What did I do to deserve you, Benjamin Jones?” 

“You overcame the biggest battle that anyone could go through, I'm just your prize.” He gave you a cheeky smile and a wink, which made you laugh loudly. Your laugh sounding like music to his ears and he brushed your hair behind your ear. “That is my second favorite sound in the whole world.”

“Second favorite, huh?” You smiled up at him, leaning close and placing small, soft kisses along his jaw, slowly working your way down to his neck, feeling a grumble of happiness vibrating through his chest. “What would your first favorite sound be?” touching his jaw slightly, he tilted his head back just enough for you to continue your ministrations, which you did happily.

He licked his lips lightly before pulling your hands from him and rolling so he was hovering over you, bodies molding together instantly. “Well let me show you.” He looked up at you and you giggled lightly as he kissed his way down from your lips, down your chin and onto your neck until you let out a breathy sigh. “That’s not good enough, I'll have to try harder.” He gave you a cocky smile, and you could see the mischief in his eyes.

~x

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[highqueenofelfhame]

Stuck on my elevator (part 8)

By some miracle, Aelin had managed to avoid Rowan for a week and a half by coming into and leaving work either very early or very late. By never being strictly one or the other, it made it hard for him to wait around for her. Twice he had come up to her office but Lysandra had covered and said that she was busy. She was.

Busy burying herself in her work to avoid the lingering feelings for Rowan Whitethorn that had somehow grown between visits in elevators and ballrooms.

Today, she was leaving two hours later than usual. Aelin hadn’t bothered looking up from her phone as she stepped inside until she realized that she wasn’t alone, but by then the doors were closing and his arm was slipping around her waist to keep her from escaping. It was similar to one day last week when he’d kissed her, likely to shut her up, but she was mad. In fact, she was so furious at him that she had slapped him and only felt a little bad about the redness his cheek likely supported throughout the afternoon.

“Let go of me,” she said flatly, hating the way her eyes burned. It was ridiculous — they weren’t together. They weren’t even kind-of together. It’s just that they had almost kissed and she felt stupid for thinking that maybe something would happen between them. She hardly knew the guy, but she had a crush anyway, and on top of that, gods above did she need to get laid. And Rowan Whitethorn looked like he knew how to treat a woman. Aelin would never know, though. Because her first impression that he was an asshole was proving to be true.

“Aelin,” he said softly, his thumb making a soft stroke along her hip. He was standing so he was facing her, blocking the doors and he reached behind him and pulled the emergency stop that brought the elevator to a screeching halt. “You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m glad you caught on. Can you let me keep avoiding you? That would be great.”

“Would you at least let me explain?” Rowan sounded desperate, so desperate that she supposed… she supposed an explanation was acceptable. “Let me show you something.” Aelin sighed, risking a look up at him and she almost wish she hadn’t. He looked sad, if a bit wrecked like not seeing her was actually bothering him as much as it was bothering her. After running her tongue over her teeth she nodded.

Rowan pulled his phone out of his pocket, swiped, tapped, and scrolled a few times, then handed it to her. It took Aelin a few seconds for her to process what she was seeing.

It was a picture of Rowan and a little girl, no more than three, with her arms around his neck and face pressed to his so tightly that both of them had squished cheeks. She had curly brown hair, tan skin, and lips and a nose that matched Rowan’s to a T. If her eyes had been open, Aelin would bet they were green like…

Like her father’s.

There was no denying it. She looked too much like Rowan to be anything but his child. Rowan Whitethorn has a daughter.

“Poppy,” he said softly, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. “Fenrys loves her more than anything, but he doesn’t know what to do when she’s sick. The night of the gala, he was who called me. She wouldn’t stop throwing up. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to scare away a stomach bug, that I ended up getting and missing several days of work over.”

“You… have a daughter.”

“I have a daughter,” he confirmed with a nod, swiping over his phone screen to show her another photo. This one, the little girl was sleeping against his chest, the only visible part of Rowan being his tattoo. She wore an emerald and gold nightgown, the colors beautiful against her skin that so favored her father’s.

“I’m sorry for calling you jackass,” Aelin finally said, looking up at him. Rowan’s brow furrowed, as though trying to recall where in the conversation that had happened, but it hadn’t been in the last five minutes. It had been a couple times over the last few days.

“You didn’t?”

“I did,” she sighed. “Twice.” And then they were both laughing, Rowan’s phone still in her hand as she rest her forehead on his shoulder. Rowan took his phone and pocketed it, pressing his lips to her golden hair before tilting her head back so he could look into her remarkable eyes.

“Please, don’t hit me for this,” he said quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. It was the kind of kiss that had her knees feeling weak. It made her feel like she was flying as her fingers tangled with his hair and she pressed her body hard to his. A kiss that was that of being on a magic carpet, of seeing far off places and magical kingdoms that don’t exist. Kissing Rowan felt exactly right, unlike everything else in her life ever had been. “Was that okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed, rocking back up on her toes to kiss him again, to let him consume her entirely. But he pulled away all too soon, leaving small peppered kisses against her mouth until she pulled back to look up at him through hazy eyes.

“Fenrys has her at Emrys’s Cafe… would you want to eat with us? Is that too soon?”

“No! No. Gods, I would love to meet her. I just… is she going to be okay with that? Is her mom?”

“Her mother…” Rowan took a heavy breath and ran his hand down the side of Aelin’s face to rest on her neck. “Lyria, my wife, died three days after she was born. Poppies were her favorite flower so I decided to honor her that way. Our own little flower, who is three now, also loves poppies.” He grinned at the story, but it was still sad, the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he talked about he lost wife. “Aelin… you are the first woman I’ve ever wanted to bring home to meet her. From the frist day you stepped into the elevator and annoyed the hell out of me, it felt like Lyria was shoving me in your direction telling me to stop being such a depressed fuck. And then you kept making me laugh whether you knew it or not. I don’t want to keep pretending like I haven’t been thinking about you nonstop for months. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time we shared and elevator together last year. I asked her, Poppy? I asked Poppy if she wanted to meet a new friend of mine and she asked me if you were a princess.”

“You know technically…”

“I know. She’s… she loves princesses and dragons and magic. I think she would think that you are magic. Just like I do.”

“Well… to waffle house we go, then.” Aelin looped her arm through Rowan’s and didn’t hesitate to slide her hand down to lace their fingers together. She couldn’t help but feel like that felt like a little bit of magic, too.

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[queenraikichi94]

Alola, Alola P3! (SM/USUM Drabble)

Since @piershoesz​ did the two frist parts, I decided to do the third part! Hope you like it :3

“C’mon, Guzma! Show me how stronger you got!!”

“I’ll do it, and ya’ll see it!”

Raikichi smirked feeling the soft Alolan breeze playing with her hair. She was in front of Guzma, facing him. They’ve spoken with Hala to get his permission to have a Pokemon battle in Iki Town, and after getting Hala’s permission, both Raikichi and Guzma were now ready to battle. Runa and Alphy were cheering their respective parents, and Alex and Piers couldn’t help but laugh, seeing how excited both kids were. 

This battle wasn’t the first one between the World Champion and the former Team Skull leader, but it would be the first one they would have in a friendly way since their last battle was when Guzma decided to go to Galar and he ended messing things and getting defeated by Raikichi’s powerful Corviknight.

“Let’s do this, Golisopod!” Guzma said choosing Golisopod

“Golisopod...You are very predictible” Raikichi replied “Glaceon, let’s show them that we are going serious”

Glaceon jumped to the battlefield and hissed, her fur bristly as she glared at Golisopod. Professor Kukui would be the referee in the battle, and when he told them that the battle had started, Guzma made the first move. “Golisopod, First Impression!”

“Glaceon, Iron Tail!”

Both moves colished and both Pokemon weren’t going to take a step back, but after both Pokemon didn’t get the other move, they returned with their trainers. “Golisopod has turned stronger. It seems that you work and training with Hala has been good for you and your Pokemon” Raikichi said smirking “But let’s get this to the next level! Glaceon, use Hail!!”

The clouds covered the sky and a strong hail started to fall. Runa chirped happily cause she knew that when her mother used that move, things would turn exciting. Piers laughed and ruffled his daughter’s hair as Alphy looked at his mother, confused. “Don’t be afraid, dear” Alex said “This hail will dissapear once the battle is over”

“R-Really?”

Alex nodded and then, they focused on the battle. Golisopod started to have problems due the hail that hitted him, and Glaceon was taking advantage of it since her specially ability, Snow Coat, activated. “Glaceon, Quick Attack!” Raikichi ordered “Keep it and now, Iron Tail!”

Glaceon hitted Golisopod on one of his legs, making him kneel down. “C’mon, Golisopod, use Liquidation!”

“Stop it with Ice Beam!”

Both moves colished in the air. Golisopod got onto his feet as Glaceon hissed and smirked. “Now, girl, use Ice Shard!”

“Use your arms to block them!”

Golisopod obeyed, but despite that, he took some damage of that Ice Shard, and Raikichi knew that it was the time to show her secret weapon. “Let’s do this, Glaceon!” she said activation her Icinium Z that was shining on her Z Power Ring “ From the coldest and hardest blizzards, from the most beautiful winters you rise up and shows your eternal beauty, shining with the first rays of the winter sun” Raikichi said “Glaceon, use Subzero Slammer!!!”

The Z move hitted Golisopod, and after the dust dissapeared, Kukui claimed Raikichi as the winner since Golisopod fainted. The hail dissappeared with the clouds, and the sun started to shine again. With a sigh, Guzma took Golisopod back to his Pokeball as Raikichi gave Glaceon a Citrus Berry. “You did great, girl” she said stroking her fur before looking at Guzma “You have really improved a lot, Guzma.”

“But I can’t defeat you” he said with a sigh

“Nobody can’t defeat my wife” Piers said kissing her cheek as Runa asked her mother to pick her up. Raikichi chuckled as she picked her daughter up “But Raikichi is right; it was a very good battle”

“Daddy, daddy!” Alphy said as his father picked him up “You are very strong!”

“You aren’t dissapointed with me loosing the battle, kiddo?”

“Of course he isn’t, dear” Alex said with a soft smile “He really enjoyed seeing you enjoying battling againts Raikichi”

“As the Kahuna I am, I have to say that this time was one of the first times I could see you really enjoying in a battle” Hala said laughing

“Like the old times” Raikichi said “When we used to battle before...Well...Let’s change the topic, ‘kay?” she added before seeing her Rotom Phone showing her a missing call from her uncle Nanu “Oh, I think we should go back to Ula Ula. We agreed to meet my uncle in Malie City”

After picking up their things, they said goodbye to Hala and Kukui and went back to Ula Ula using a ship to go to the island. Runa and Alphy were amazed, seeing the different Pokemon that were living in the sea. “Momma, momma. We’ve seen a pretty Pokemon in the water!” Runa said

“And how it was it?” Raikichi said

Both Runa and Alphy described it as they could and then, Raikichi chuckled and told her Rotom Phone to search the Pokemon. “I think you’ve seen Finneon and its evolution, Lumineon” she said

“It’s very pretty!!” both kids said

“And I saw a weird Corsola” Runa added “It was pink...”

“That’s because that Corsola is the original one. In Galar we have the regional variant” her mother said

Both kids made an ‘o’ with their mouths before returning to see more Pokemon, followed by Runa’s Alolan Meowth. “Both are full energyzed, aren’t they?” Piers asked smiling softly 

“Yes, they are” Raikichi said smiling as well “Oh, look, we’re going to arrive to Ula Ula”

The ship arrived to the docks and both families went to meet Nanu, who was waiting for them there. “Where did you have your phone, kiddo?” he asked Raikichi

“Sorry, I was battling and I didn’t hear the phone” she said and Nanu laughed 

“Momma, I’m hungry” Runa said pouting a bit, and then, Meowth meowed, asking for food.

“Alright, alright” Raikichi said smiling “Let’s go to have lunch.”

“I booked a table at the most famous sushi restaurant in all Alola” Nanu said and the groupd followed him.

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“Are you talking seriously?” Alex asked surprised 

“Of course I am” Raikichi said “That battle I had with Guzma was the trial he had to pass. Hala asked me to do that cause he wanted to make sure that Guzma was ready to recieve a Z Ring”

“But Guzma doesn’t like Z moves...”

“Because he felt that he didn’t deserve them”

Both young women remaint in silence as they prepared the things they would use to prepare some pizzas. It was near night and both Runa and Alphy were still sleeping on the couch at Nanu’s place. They’ve fallen asleep after having lunch, the little girl hugging her Meowth, and they were still sleeping so peacefully that Guzma said that they looked like little sleeping Furrets. Nanu was watching the battle training between Piers and Guzma as Glaceon, Persian and Mimikyu watched over the kids. 

“So...When he will recieve the Z Ring?” Alex asked helping Raikichi with the food

“Not very soon, but not very late” she said “Hala has to do a bit more trials for Guzma, but trust me when I say that he’s showing that he deserves to have one. But of course, it isn’t enough with Hala and mine’s recognition; Guzma also needs Tapu Koko’s recognition since he’s training with Hala, who is the Kahuna of Melemele. But I hope you keep this in secret since Guzma can’t know about this. Hala wants to keep this as a surprise until the proper moment”

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed”

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“Whoa! Those pizzas look really delicious!” Piers said with his eyes shining

“You’ve made a lot of them” Guzma said 

“Well, I think it’s time for Runa and Alphy to try new food, and since these pizzas are home made...” Raikichi said “We’ve made them only with fresh ingredients!”

“Pizza, pizza!” both kids chirped happily and their parent’s couldn’t help but laugh

“Easy there, kids” Nanu said cutting the pizzas in portions “Let me cut the pizzas firsts”

The kids tried a little bite of the pizzas and when they said they wanted to eat all the portion they were given, the adults chuckled. They enjoyed the dinner sharing stories and anecdotes that made them laugh some times. 

Three hours later, Piers was sleeping, with Runa on his arms, and her Meowth curled next to her. Guzma and Alex were sleeping as well, with Alphy sleeping between them. Raikichi was helping her uncle to wash the dishes. “I really enjoy having you here around, kiddo” Nanu said drying his hands when they finished washing the dishes “Things turned different when you left Alola and went to Galar the first time”

“But you have Acerola visiting you, uncle”

“Yeah, but it isn’t the same” he said with a sigh “I’m still acommodating to have Guzma around, specially after what he has done to you”

“Uncle, listen to me” Raikichi said “Guzma has really changed. I wasn’t sure of seeing him changing, but he has showed me that he had really changed. He has a wife and a son, and he and Piers turned to be friends. So don’t worry, ‘kay? Now, let’s go to sleep.”

Nanu nodded and after seeing his niece removing her glassed and laying down next to her daughter, getting the kid between her and Piers, he went to his room, followed by his loyal Persian.

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@piershoesz​ I hope you like this!! OwO

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[mrkawaiiking100]

This is a old photo of my mom calling the cops. I didn't post this photo when it happen and I have wanted to say stuff about this photo for far to long now but never done it until today.

Yesterday morning my mom called the public and it was for the boy toy she was "supposed" to marry. She claims the cops took him away that day and that she only called the cops once that day but for what she has been telling others, that may be a lie. Two cops came either together or over time. The guy is gone and my mother changed her phone number because the boy toy keeps harassing her.

The same thing happen the frist time she called the public on this dude as you can see below these text. That photo she called the public on him because he broke her kitchen window because of something that she done, what he did wasn't good but knowing the reason on WHY he done it, I could understand his reason but he didn't have to break the window. What happen to cause him to break the kitchen window is my mom was talking shit about her kids and he didn't believe what she was saying is what a parent should say towards her kids therefore he got angry and broke the window, do I know what was said to make him that mad? No, no I do not but I do know is she told him to duck tape the window just like she done to the living room window that SHE broke. Anyways, the kitchen window is broke, the guy is gone and now my mom would be morrrrrreeee excessive and abusive on calling us and forcing us to do things.